Down On The Beach Poem by james watkin

Down On The Beach



Though blowing constant
Like a coastal breeze
Time, as a sensation
Stings not, though its sands
Are in commotion.

Waves and not minutes
Succeed each other.
Troubles to Time, ascribed
Are drowned out by them;
Like a dose proscribed.

Monday, October 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: beach
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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