A Distant Shore

Kate

Stones mixed and forming,

Building distant rock formations

Creating secret hideaways for those to get away.

White smooth, pebbles beneath my toes washing away the troubles of my days.

My deserted paradise, long and sandy,

Filled with creatures that roam deep within its cool waters

And those that wander the land above.  

My magnificent heaven just for me, a distant shore

Nobody knows, but me.

 

  • Author: Nina Withers (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 12th, 2017 16:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • FredPeyer

    What a beautiful poem, Nina.
    We all like to have that 'magnificent heaven', be it real or imaginary. A place to escape to when the pressures of life get to be too much.
    Well penned!



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