The beach


Sometimes I wish I could just wash away as the sand washes away into the beach
The serenity the dove feels as it flys through the velvety Celeste colored sky with flickers of cotton candy pinks and cream sickle oranges
Their peace seems everlasting not having a care in the world whereas my peace seems to be transitory here one minute and gone the next
The thoughts in my mind seem to be perpetual always haunting me they follow me around every corner it seems as if I have no true escape from my misery
I’m like a bird with a broken wing no place to fly away to just cemented in my head

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