“Singing Steels Under Deep”
At the base of me
Is pastel pink
The color of my toes
When they’re pruny
.
I steal away to sunsets where
There’s wax on the brink of burning
Like crayon-melt across the water
I find the sound of waves
.
Sublime
.
Muted in my mind
.
Might look so long
I forget to drink
Dry my feet
On the sand
Passing new waves
As they crash around me
Soft-hued steps
Along the shores
.
Grains stuck down the nooks
Of my cranial stores
My soles were made
For memory lanes ~
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/ n o t a r e
Link to first #prose - https://theprose.com/post/425776/pastel-pink
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