fine
sand seems wet
moulding
footprints
at
the beach or on the moon
soft
hands seem hard
leaving
red marks
on
the first sad day of school
each
happy day
life
trickles away
sitting
in another room
carved
words last longer
dead
is the singer
wooden
sails and a wind flute
endless
the tombstone
pallid
the rainbow
dense
as the night
Great. I really like this. Why the break before the endless end?
ReplyDeletethanks, it was written very quickly. will take another look at the break — I guess it felt right at the time
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