The distance, the time
Windswept air scented with brine
Another age, eras ago
With seaside towns
Picturesque as paintings
With sand, white as snow
You held my hand tight,
a giant in the sky
And guided my footsteps
As we heard the cries
Of seagulls, swooping, diving
Airborne thieves -
of fish in the water, food from my fingers
And the treasure hidden in the seaweed
Glittering slivers of blue, white, green
Glass, once lethal, carved by the sea
I collect their smooth edges
Filling my pockets
Of denim dungarees rolled up to my knees
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Words And Oblivion (#Whattys2017)
ŞiirRhyme, words, rhythm, and oblivion. | Crack open my soul Feast on my love Use my words As boxing gloves | - E This includes some dark and depressing poems, while others are uplifting. • If you are one of those who doesn't feel the need to push on a...
