Cool but not cold
The strong ocean breeze
The dark waters edge
The wind blown trees
Warm asphalt on my feet
Wandering a ghost town
We roaming souls
Following the sand down
To the shore I sit
As if staring at oblivion
Depthless blackest waves
Near dark and death
The visions came
The only light
Was a moon held high
Living a memory
Under a silent sky
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A Peek Behind The Veil
PoetryA collection of poetry that takes a deeper look at life experiences.
