Sharp Rocks

Life is short

and i'm slowly wasting

away,

 

Evaporating,

drying,

losing my pigment,

 

Wishing,

I could escape into love

and fly away with the doves

 

A beachless island,

with jagged cliffs

and sharp rocks

 

No sanctuary,

no peace,

no love

 

No fruit,

No rain,

No hope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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