| Brian N. Tuley | |
| "Seasides" | |
| "Shorelines" The shoreline wore the shade of golden wheat The sun shine on hers toes, our dusty feat Sea salted eyelids and lips that weep we nod off in a soft and gentle sleep We stumble on a straw dishevled man who turned into a ball tossed in the sand (he was) blown about by shades of dusty waves (Until he) drifted into dunes and narrow caves Come down a do dumb - waves rush to and from Come down a do dumb - waves rush to Come down a do dumb - waves rush to and from Come down a do dumb - waves rush to and from.... .... He sailed off like a kite into the sky Wind took him by surprise toward paradise while watching on our backs the orange warns of night in sun cast |
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