The air brushes
against a forlorn ivory sea
between the pointed fingers of palms
and the tight contours of buildings
up to a lonely concrete balcony
through wrought iron guardians
to tickle the pads of my feet
and rustle the strands of my hair
before salting the black cushion chair
and carrying on into the dark night.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoésieA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
