On your shore

We ran naked and the clouds were crying.

Like children we laughed.

Oh, it was tiring…

 

My red dress I left on your shore.

Captive by rocks, touched with the hoar,

At wind’s heart its grief tore…

Reviews

[Melissa]

A favourite..
It says so much in just a few lines. the red dress, like a throbbing. I love this!

[Mariam]

Thanks for stopping by and your kind review)