The BoardwalkA Poem by GoldenOne
The moon rises
like a glowing anesthetic over the glassy water. The ferry lights are laughing, twinkling smartly at her tall frame which stands unmoving on the boardwalk. Cool wind tangles and twists her hair, but cannot break her trance. The artificial stars and navy blue ripples have left her infinitesimally numb. © 2011 GoldenOne |
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Added on May 19, 2011 Last Updated on May 29, 2011 Tags: moon, anesthetic, glowing, numb, boardwalk, tangles, hair, rushing, smartly, twinkiling, ferry, love, coming of age AuthorGoldenOneAthens, GAAboutI am a sophomore at the University of Georgia, studying math and physics. more..Writing
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