Every striking sound
Holds me on the verge, churning
My heart, as I wait.
Light, hesitant steps
Left, pausing in between, right
Still waiting for yours;
Will you love me
Or leave me?
Pray tell
In a single step.
YOU ARE READING
Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
