Wednesday 13 January 2010

Once by the sea.

Don’t imagine that it’s as real as it was anymore,
Though the shore is as long as it need be,
And the pebbles and shells
Will know my feet well,
And compel me.

Over looked by a cliff that has probably fallen
To the softening touch of the sea,
Where the shingle and shale
Will know my feet well,
And hotel me.

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