Sand in my feet, wind in my hair;
The warm hand that clutched mine, told me to stay nearer.
I ran across the shore escaping the crumbling of my sandcastles;
The destructive crystal sea created an illusion far still greater.
Polaroids of our smiles and picnic baskets,
My memories are adorned with those eyes, crabs and mysterious creatures.
I let go of that hand to chase my own horizons,
To uncover the mystery of those shades that clutched me like a creeper.
Those shells that I collected now adorn my watery grave.
How I wish to hold that hand once again, that made me feel safer.
Blue skies, Blue waves, Blue body;
Everything was serene until I went deeper.
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PoetryA five-course written meal of poems, short stories, conflicting thoughts, unseen letters and AU imagines. Filled with fluttering heart moments, forgotten memories of nostalgia, an abyss of sadness, immersive happiness and treasured words. ~~ Sugges...
