the night the waves
engulfed him,
the sand
caressed his body,
the moon illuminated
his last breath,
the world finally heard his cry.
boys can be fragile too
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Motel
Poetrywhat is a book other than a motel where I check my thoughts in and you check them out? a collection of poems I wrote but never published.
XXVI
the night the waves
engulfed him,
the sand
caressed his body,
the moon illuminated
his last breath,
the world finally heard his cry.
boys can be fragile too
