And the sand of many shores
were caressed to shimmering glass
reflective of there yearning.
As waves fragmented upon it perceiving,
reflecting what would repeat
like a whisper upon every moment.
Over time shores became broken
shards of time. Eloping upon them
grains were once again finite moments.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC
And the sand of many shores
were caressed to shimmering glass
reflective of there yearning.
As waves fragmented upon it perceiving,
reflecting what would repeat
like a whisper upon every moment.
Over time shores became broken
shards of time. Eloping upon them
grains were once again finite moments.
