* * *
raindrops on my face
evening waves drag on the beach
-seagull’s empty sound
* * *
* * *
raindrops on my face
evening waves drag on the beach
-seagull’s empty sound
* * *
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I love the last line, Ese — seagulls do have a horribly empty sound when you’re alone or feeling down.
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Absolutely superb!
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Beautiful!
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What a vivid picture your words paint – waves dragging on the beach – I can just imagine the sound.
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Such emotive words….I’m there at the edge of the ocean
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Captivating. So full of empty…
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Could have been written by one of the classical poets … nicely done Ese.
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