Friday, December 29, 2017

poem of the day December 29


I am searching
for the perfect stone
as I walk the coast
Thousands of footsteps
over the rocky shore
Nudging water lapping
at the edge of the tide
There I see my prize
the most beautiful 
blue round earth sphere
I reach for eternity but
a rogue waves comes
out of fate and when
it recedes the stone


has disappeared 

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