The metal blades converge, toss the rest of the brown tufts.
A sweet and decadent, wrapped, collapsed salt rush.
Cobalt seas, foamed fluffed ridges.
Stained and warped bridges reach out into the ocean, but they end abruptly.
Her dress, stretched, snags against the vintage wood.
Her steps touch delicately; easing her way to the edge.
Toes curling over the edge, she peers down,
The stars sprinkle in the water, hypnotizing.
She knows she belongs somewhere else,
And so she lets herself fall.
Submerged, and cold, she stares at the sky through crystallized eyes; water swishes as she passes by.
She feels so free, even though she will soon hear the goodbyes.
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Berry Tree
PoetryA book of poems, scrambled thoughts, and endless stories. A bit mysterious, but that's the fun of it. You make the story; you imagine, and wonder. Each page is like picking a new berry from a tree.
