Loneliness
Like the lapping tide,
sleep effaces all trace of
the previous day.
It washes the shells
of our dreams upon the shore
of our w...
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Like the lapping tide,
sleep effaces all trace of
the previous day.
It washes the shells
of our dreams upon the shore
of our waking mind.
We muse upon them,
what they meant to us within
fades as dawn grows strong.
Poem by Ian Burgess
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sleep effaces all trace of
the previous day.
It washes the shells
of our dreams upon the shore
of our waking mind.
We muse upon them,
what they meant to us within
fades as dawn grows strong.
Poem by Ian Burgess
Read less
May, 2016Views
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