A Stolen Sun Dying on a Distant Shore



When the day’s given its fill,
…..I am still.
Lying here, an untied moor
…..searching for
some remnant of the coast.
…..Your ghost
haunts these shifting sands the most.
With salty sighs,
I realize

……….I am still searching for your ghost.

 

 

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One Response to A Stolen Sun Dying on a Distant Shore

  1. Misky says:

    Mesmerising stuff, De. >

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