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The Shore

a poem

By Big DreamsPublished 8 months ago 1 min read
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big dreams

I've been to this place before

I've travelled to this endless shore

In my dreams

Or so it seems

Yet I don't know what for.

It started as a story

The origin is not clear

and the memories

of hopes and dreams

remain to me so dear.

Now I've reached the shore

A peaceful place

With trees and sand

And love and grace

The sea does not call to me

The urge not there

to be out and free

I'll sit and ponder

and remain

to wait and rest

and feel the rain

The breeze

the mist

they are my veil

to shield me from

the storm

the hail

And cloak me from the pain

Thank you for reading

God Bless

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Big Dreams

Writer and artist who loves dogs, beaches, coffee and solitude

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