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Moon rises, the tide is out
thoughts make their way
to the tip of my tongue
I reach for a pen instead.

I breathe in another sunrise
breathe out a restless night
my bed's a field of clover -
better luck next time.

I wash away the news I read
dress my soul in comfort of a song
I've listened to on repeat for years
and smile.

Holding on to the glimpses of
peace I find, I'd pray more
to calm the noise under my skin
if only god would listen.


◄ Resist

seaside dreaming ►


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Sun 13th Aug 2023 12:13

Likewise, I really enjoyed this one. Great flow and very evocative.

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 7th Aug 2023 07:10

I enjoyed this very much. Thank you.

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