Sitting here, in a fold up chair
Gold, tangerine, colors, streak
the setting sun sky
Summery winter with a frosty breeze
A secluded ecosystem, a city-bubble
The sand feels like powder, underneath
So small it digs into your pores
The chilly air wraps around, and
I'm reminded of the family bonfires
I see my dad's hands, working cleverly
He sets the wood ablaze, easily
as if with only touch
And while everyone huddles together
I'm playing nearby
Night cold, and feet bare
Rolling in the sand
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December 25th, 2022
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Dreaming (Poetry Collection 2021~)
PoetryA safe place to keep my poetry, and where you can enjoy reading it! I shall be keeping all the poetry I write from 2021 and on in here. Please give it a read and drop a like, it's much appreciated!
