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SUNSET BEACH
Melancholy
engraves the shoreline,
it warbles
blue notes
where your ears can
only hear,
I watch you
sitting
pressed on this sand
smooth
tears resting
at your feet
till you find
yourself
hardened,
an epitaph
to pain.
At sunset,
the colors
of blood,
flame
you run free, yearning
to change
the breeze
into a song.
i love the idea of changing a breeze into a song
never heard a song that was a breeze exactly, but somebody should give it a shot! i guess enya might qualify, but to me, she's a bit of a sad breeze.
be well, V.