Jul 2, 2015

Silver and black



I walked to the waters edge when the moon was full.
It seemed like the thing to do.

The surf was loud and the breeze, sharp.
A silver swathe cut the water in two.

There was no Peace there.
Just pieces.

If asked, I shall probably say it was 'lovely'.
No one will believe the cold.

2 comments:

  1. Nice, liked the crisp humor in this "romanticism". Please do write more like this.

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