Seven days a week I wish for moments of some reprieve
Of long walks down the beach near the house where I live
Listening to the gentle waves kissing my tired feet
I will count them the way I would my own heartbeat
Tonight I will utter that wish again while I stand outside
Under the stars shimmering from the sky, near the rhythm of the tide
Dimly aware I’m living a cycle of lost dreams and dashed hopes
Even the seagulls have a better chance of escaping this sad trope
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There’s nothing like a good reprieve from the daily grind like a walk down the beach in solitude. Excellent piece.
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Indeed. Thank you for the kind words and for dropping by! 🙂
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