(a Triolet)
She longs for ocean’s salty skin
but her feet are buried in sand.
The wind is wearing her heart thin,
she longs for ocean’s salty skin.
She weeps from places deep within
fine fairy dust in outstretched hand;
she longs for ocean’s salty skin
but her feet are buried in sand.
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Written for NaPoWriMo, Day 1 (yes, there were two prompts for Day 1):
http://www.napowrimo.net/2012/04/day-one/
Wow, you amaze me! You make this look so easy and I know from experience it is not. Beautiful heart spoken ocean song.
Happy first day of NaPoWriMo!