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walkabout

the sun goes down over the clear blue ocean,
the footprints in the sand surrender,
to the waves gently lapping against the shore,
as the moon appears and two stars wink,
and the night sky appears before.

a kiss on the forehead from a light breeze,
the cooling heat relaxing the senses,
a dreamer sits beneath the dunes,
wishing on the stars,
hoping the moment will never end.

i wish i could get lost,
i wish i could find myself,
i wish i could go walkabout,
i wish i could go home.






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how i felt whenever i sat on the beach in the evenings watching the sun go down over the ocean. Now i'm back in England and just want to go back, i've been lost since i've been back, there's too much hussle and bussle here. I need quiet space, i need the description in the poem, i need australia.

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  • Errant Panther gold member
    February 11

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    Oh yes, the quiet beneath the stars on a secluded Australian beach with only the crashing of waves to echo thought - so relaxing and so easily missed.