roslyn ross - small stones and other poems
Sunday, July 17, 2011
small stones#17 - Sand
Glimmering, drifting, shifting sand
birthed from ocean's mouth,
trims the hem of earth's hard dress
with glistening, shivering breath.
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July 18, 2011 at 12:46 AM
oh, to be snagging my toes in the threads of sand...
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