Reflection

Reflection
In the waters, there is truth

Thursday, November 11, 2010

SUNSET OF CHILD



Sunshine shimmering, gold and glistening
Eagered listening, the twilight is nigh.
Warm whitened rays fade into haze,
The break of the waves, memories well in the eyes.
Breeze blows air, ruffled blond hair,
No longer without a care, the inner-child cries.
Stone scattered ground, salty sea-smells abound
Emotionally drowned, the silly boy dies.
Feeling far older, knuckles grow colder,
No longer bolder, let the hardened man arise.

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