There once was a shore,
Neon lit, purple galore.
Of the sea foam spreading,
Into my boots gold.
And now I look back to mourn,
The cliff that stands,
Between me and the sea.
Eroded away, by age the sands,
Now just granite pillars of man,
Atop which trapped me,
From the churning seas,
They sky now pale,
Morning rises,
And I close my eyes,
Feeling the old slip away,
Like sand and clay,
Between my fingers,
The sea seems so far away.
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PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
