Frayed Dreams
Poetry
From foam’s
edge to
ocean’s reach
a sea of
memories laps
the beach.
Those forgotten
days ebb and flow,
murmuring tides
of long ago.
Some are sorrows,
some bright joys,
all lost shadows
and calm white noise.
And if you dare,
foot bare, a toe to dip
with yesterday’s
frayed dreams
you’ll drip.
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