Endless waves crash down,
Dreams like sand slip through my hands,
Hope fades with the tide.
The Sea’s Re-casting (with photo)
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Endless waves crash down,
Dreams like sand slip through my hands,
Hope fades with the tide.
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I like the photo, Tom. It’s moody, and the ropes evoke a subliminal image of nooses, adding to the sense of ennui.
Very effective pairing of image with words.