I made my way to the shores.
It was a perfect day.
I waited, but what for?
I looked across the bay.
Everything blossoming.
It really was a perfect day.
Sprinkle of colour splashed
against a clouded sky.
A few old ladies said hi,
and wondered how I got so high.
Still. I sat there alone.
Waiting... but what for?
3 comments:
"Sprinkle of colour splashed
against a clouded sky."
...i read that and smiled.
You have a nice hometown.
man, beautiful beautiful place.
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