|My Island (standard:poetry, 86 words)|
|Author: Anonymous||Added: Feb 12 2010||Views/Reads: 1072/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
My Island I looked at the water, how much I wanted to wade around. The sun was setting over the ocean, glittering it a beautiful pinkish-blue. There were boats out, lots of them. How I wanted to lay down and float. This place is beautiful, even the crocodiles have a gentle nature to them. But even though they may look gentle, that is why I do not wade, that is why I do not float. The town above is what I call my home, my island... Tweet
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