Let the tide carry my soul
out to sea.
Let the moment of a
sandcastle washing away speak to me
of loss.
The soft songs of crashing waves filter into
my ears. Sands blow into tornadoes with
the crackling of fine brown leaves, riddled with holes
like the foam the sea carries home.
If the gull's cry was loud enough to
break the call of the tide, I would open my eyes,
see the castles washed away by the ruthless waters,
recreated from the hand of
my own self.
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Tide
PoetryA collection of poetry relating to water, loneliness, regret, and reminiscence. * The cover images are not mine * Highest Ranking: #364 {30/03/2016}
