Monday, 22 March 2010

I lost my Banjo on an island beach,on Tean, an island where foot prints don't fade, and mermaids tails leave trails in the hot sand there is a special beach just beyond time, no one can reach and footprints never fade, the sea washes over like flickering, bat like wings and shafts of golden light, dancing egrets at the tides silver edges, blue rushes in over blue,the misty ocean carrying glistening riders as the sun settles, heading for Africa, that special beach, beyond time, just out of reach, who's footprints go where mermaids play on rusty banjos.
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