Holidays are a time for relaxing
for enjoyment
for peace, tranquil and serenity
she sat on the beach
an Italian ice cream cone in her hand
and the light breeze ruffling her long hair
drawing patterns with her delicate fingers in the soft sand.
This heaven of a place
made all the diabolic feelings go, vanish
into a state of oblivion
for a duration.
She cried her remaining tears into the sea
all the scandalous thoughts physically floating
poisoning the sparkling blue water.
Her debilitating emotions
were soon to be washed up on somebody else's shore.
Possibly.
Possibly to pour down as rain
over her own hometown
her own house
her own life
again.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
Holidays are a time for relaxing
for enjoyment
for peace, tranquil and serenity
she sat on the beach
an Italian ice cream cone in her hand
and the light breeze ruffling her long hair
drawing patterns with her delicate fingers in the soft sand.
This heaven of a place
made all the diabolic feelings go, vanish
into a state of oblivion
for a duration.
She cried her remaining tears into the sea
all the scandalous thoughts physically floating
poisoning the sparkling blue water.
Her debilitating emotions
were soon to be washed up on somebody else's shore.
Possibly.
Possibly to pour down as rain
over her own hometown
her own house
her own life
again.
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