A day washed away

I let the waves carry my day , carry my dreams.

I let it sweep them away carry out into the depths of the ocean.

So deep, so beryl.

 They are masked by the unceasing laps of infinite salty waters.

Every dream and every hope drifts and intertwines with the litter in the sea. Polluting the ocean. My wasted days pollute the ocean.

The hope i could bring to the world masked by the lashing waves.

There goes another day, another wasted day....



  • Lorna

    Lovely words - you didn't waste the day!

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