I never showed that place to anyone.
Not even mom.
But I felt like I had to.
It was Apollo, after all.
A cliff at the other side of the beach.
Where you could see the sea bluer.
Where only the warm wind of the summer could join me.
Where I could be by myself.
It was my place.
Then I hoped it was pleasent for him, too.
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Neptune
Poetry"My mother called me Neptune, after the roman god of the sea. She had no idea..." 63 in Poetry on September 27th 2015.
