Thoughts from Carson BeachA Poem by Belle O'Tricks the Strange
I come here when I miss you.
I come here to miss you. You’re with me when I’m here. I'm aware we are apart when I’m here. Here, I feel you close beside me. Here, you’ve never been further away. Mornings rise, waves fall, Seasons change, as do we all. But now the tide is low And so I too must go... In our own way we are still here, And have never left. © 2020 Belle O'Tricks the StrangeReviews
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1 Review Added on December 13, 2020 Last Updated on December 13, 2020 AuthorBelle O'Tricks the StrangeBoston, MAAboutHello there! I am an artist trapped in the career trajectory of a social scientist. Archaeologist, filmmaker, writer...not always in that order. I write fiction, essays, and occasionally poet.. more..Writing
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