Written by Emily Harstone | April 7, 2017
Sitting in the rain and reminiscing…
The dreary landscape straddled his journey.
Beauty strolls along, listening to seagulls.
We are never alone, God sees.
Sheltering myself from the cheerless abyss
I came prepared, always, always, always.
Walking alone. Me and my thoughts.
All she knew was water, forever.
Much to say, in silent speeches.
Some days seem longer than others.
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Sitting in the rain and reminiscing…
The dreary landscape straddled his journey.
Beauty strolls along, listening to seagulls.
We are never alone, God sees.
Sheltering myself from the cheerless abyss
I came prepared, always, always, always.
Walking alone. Me and my thoughts.
All she knew was water, forever.
Much to say, in silent speeches.
Some days seem longer than others.