Status:
Finished |
Genre: Poetry |
House:
Booksie Classic
Too many dreams about
beaches.
Just once
I want to stumble on
the sand
Crushing castles,
As my feet meet the
shattered remains of
bonfires
Slicing and dicing,
At least then I’d know I’m
alive.
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Comments
Comment | 8 words
Fri, June 15th, 2018 2:52am
Wonderful poem. It conjures up some nice images.
Comment | 11 words
Fri, June 15th, 2018 12:13pm
Not one word too many, not one word too few. Excellent.
Comment | 14 words
Tue, June 19th, 2018 5:55pm
Sometimes, it's not the length of a message, it's the picture perfected. Perfectly penned.
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