The coastlines bares traces of sand castles
Built with tightly packet turrets
Once glistening in the morning sun,
now demolished by the thundering trident
of an angry-faced Posiden.
The golden-yellow fortresses
brought down
in waves of ruin
by the eroding hands of Time
and dragged by the lapping tangles
of the tide.
Into the foaming mouth
of the eternally chattering sea.
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty of a Cracked Mirror
PoezjaThis is my collection of poems that I'd like to share. I don't sensor my feelings so what may be "dark" to some is just pain that I want to vent. On that note... enjoy!
