He was not the deep rich ocean,
complex nor obscure.
He didn't keep her anxious,
wondering when she
would finally drown.
He was that shallow beach
where there was peace
the light, the sun
and the many things
she thought fun.
She worries not
if she drowns finally
in his nothingness.
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Starry Dreamy Nights
PoetryLiterary musings from a dreamer's starry nights and the unsleeping mind. •• updates at the wee hours of the night ••
