Nicola Beckett


Seascape

In this grey seascape,
the waves lick the shore,
as the wind bites me to the core,
the clouds are heavy,
with the said and the unsaid,
tumbling in the sky,
your image is in the distance,
against the rocks,
getting smaller and smaller,
weaker and weaker,
fading into the mist.......

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