"Again Pure"

lobb152
lobb152 Posts: 193
edited May 2019 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Casting dreams into seas, a burning man, takes no heed of the hands as they fall. Resigned to his fate, every second precious, from the first to last. When a passion burns so bright, they always end up washing upon the shore. Castaways no longer, shaking hands, puts the pride to shame, as he embraces them once more. Like a love so pure, he remembers a time, when they were both born with grace.
I am a nothing dreaming of something unknown.
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