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Written June 22, 1999
Morning breaks and the sun comes up
Warming the sand beneath my feet,
Spreading light on everything,
Casting long willowy shadows,
Painting the clouds in pinks and purples.
The water splashes up between my toes
Sending shivers up my legs.
Walking out deeper into the gentle waves,
I spy an object foreign to the azure sea,
bobbing carelessly in the current..
A bottle,
crystal clear,
containing a white scrap of paper..
A message was written on the paper,
And I realized it was from me...
to you..
So...I sent it to you.
It read something like this:
"The sun comes up each morning,
The sun goes down at night
Without you here beside me, though
Nothing ever seems quite right.
I smile a bit, remembering
Our better times together
We'd laugh and joke and talk and smile
Regardless of the weather.
I miss your happy presence
I miss your radiant smile.
I carry on, with this one thought:
I'll see you in a little while."
E-mail me at:Smileycarli@yahoo.com