California coastline dreams-Alisa Fineman


Big Sur. The land carved by the hands of God. Naure gifts to the wise person who love the sea, the forest and the sky.

The Pacific. The Peaceful sea. She wait for me.  She was my first true love. I need her to dance by my feet again and sing her song in the midnight  hours. I need the sea near. Last utopia for the dying man.

I saw you standing by bare by the river. I held silence and adored your perfect curves and your tanned skin. You raised your gentle hazel eyes up and you asked. Are you okay dear Johnnie? I told you. I’m perfect. I was able to see perfect angel by the flowing river. You are true beauty and my last wish to behold.

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