Beach memories
They begin with storms
Dark water,
Endless rain from skies that mourn
Glass shards
Cut her hands
Thank God that he,
Had no demands
Blue Boy
Stared at the sea
That's roaring with rage,
Happily set her free.
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Down The Rabbit Hole
PoetryHere's a compilation of original works of prose and poetry that I intend on publishing for the public. Most of the themes early on in the book are very emotional and sorrowful, but they will shift in mood time to time. Thank you so much for checking...
