My Beach by Tota LongmireDash my hopes,
Against the rocks.
A million pieces of sea foam,
Like broken dreams
Scattered on the shore.
The sound of the surf
Brings echoes of cruelty.
Towering waves of anguish,
Tears washing over the sand.
A fish in a tide pool,
Trapped, alone and crying.
The sand castle is empty
No one is home to hear. 01/15/2005 Posted on 01/16/2005 Copyright © 2024 Tota Longmire
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