sands

If I can write, who possibly can__. Even drawing a line in the sand is writing

See the golden beach sands and blue skyin a cool breezemy mind flys high

Let my toes teach the shore how to feel a tranquil lifethrough the wetness of sands Let my heart latch the doorof blackness, as all my pain now blue sky understands

In the deep sands a man must hoard his water.