The music’s still playing as her feet walk out to the sea,
At the fringe of a life time, as her lips whisper to the breeze,
Does the world turn this calm, or’s it the slow rush of the sea,
Follow me out here, follow me deep
Excerpt: Beyond the dry grass By Seanbidd ( Feature Poet)

Thanks featuring some of my writing, Toya! I did not expect the above, I’ve been a little quiet the last week, or two, a bit of illness. Will be back soon!
OH MY I WAS HOPING YOU WERE OK WITH ME DOING THAT. YES YOU HAVE BEEN QUIET DEAR, WELL WE ALL NEED A LITTLE REST AT TIMES. WE ALSO NEED A LITTLE PUSH , SO I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO YOUR RETURN (:
Yes, all okay, good, and all… Thanks again.. Cheers…
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