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I am an imperfect human, just like everyone else. I have a huge secret obsession to photography, crayons and pencils.

Here is where I express myself through pictures and words.

You can email me your comments and suggestions.

I will read your suggestions and questions as soon as possible.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
sitting by the sea

SITTING BY THE SEA by thirteen anonymous.

I sat by the sea on a small rock.
The tide came rushing in.
I took off my slippers and soaked my feet in the sea water.
The water tingled in between my toes,
and i giggled.
Oh, the sunshine;
that reflected upon the surface,
making the rays dance to the music of my-
humming.
I looked out into the far end.
Wait, there was no end.
No end to all the mocking
that surrounded me.

People judge, that's right,
misjudge?
That's wrong.
Every one of us is different.
Immerse, barefooted.
Advancement of the globe.
Industrial revolution.
We went through all that,
and now you are laughing.
Rolling backwards,
forwards.
It's not funny.

I sit by the sea on a small rock,
I slip into my slippers,
swaggering towards the white sand.

this poem was being inspired by a true happening.
enjoy. :D