Sep 2015
She was named after the sea
And her eyes were the color of waves crashing on a stormy day.
And yet,
There she was...
Landlocked.
And her eyes were the color of waves crashing on a stormy day.
And yet,
There she was...
Landlocked.
Poem 6 in my "What Dreams May Come" poetry challenge to write 10 poems in 14 days based on the dreams of the night before. I have a recurring dream about owning a home beside the ocean. Perhaps one day....
(Texas)
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