Against the setting sun
sand in her palm
ember glow.
She locks or not, her fist
it’s a sure takeaway.
The howling wind?
…
…
Or is it the willing earth?
…
…
Hasty sand,
think thrice
before blinding an eye.
–db–
Shore
Against the setting sun
sand in her palm
ember glow.
She locks or not, her fist
it’s a sure takeaway.
The howling wind?
…
…
Or is it the willing earth?
…
…
Hasty sand,
think thrice
before blinding an eye.
–db–
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Awesome writing, Daya! And thank you for reading my post.
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Thanks 😊
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Pleasure visiting your blog and reading posts 😁
Happy writing !
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