Soft like a murmur
ceaseless motion of the sea
ever shifting sands
days fade and rush into one
with every second
melting, melting away
and drifting off with the stream
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry
Words and Pictures
Soft like a murmur
ceaseless motion of the sea
ever shifting sands
days fade and rush into one
with every second
melting, melting away
and drifting off with the stream
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 
I definitely enjoyed the feeling in this one. It made me want to go along with it too.
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I think we’d all like to drift away sometimes Blair!
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Yes, that is true. 🙂
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Our soul wants to fly in the sky and dive in the abysmal. When it is liberated from the vices such as lust, anger,hatred it feels very light and blissed.
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