Thomas Petry
Joined May 2022
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It turns out that the world is so small
Go to the beach. You see, the sea breeze is gently diffused, and the footprints line by line are messy but particularly lonely. I'm looking for the space to walk, for fear of stepping on your dream and waking up your dream, and you'll never find the shore to turn back. So, if you can't find the shore, will you be like me, when the tide rises, looking at the flowers on the other side into the sea, as if there were the fragrance of rape flowers everywhere. When the tide falls, gazing at the prosperity of the bank, it seems that spring will never come again.
By Thomas Petry2 years ago in Poets