she died here
among the waves that beckoned her name
sharp rocks that kissed her skin
that ever fractured moonlight that swallowed her
she was at peace
at last
the life beyond the shore was cruel
splashed with bills and devoted pain
she could breathe here
finding deep relief among the pebbles
and while the summer blazed down eternal heat
she realised
she was no longer filled with sorrow
but with hope
she called it
"summer and her freedom"
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summer and her freedom
Poesía"summer and her freedom" refers to some short poems that have been written over the span of a few years, through the good and bad nights, I could always confine in the screen staring back at me. I realised whilst writing I had always connected with...
