ArtefactA Poem by senThink it were a meek arm of mine risen up from the cold sand. The last standing twig in some child's make-shift fort, built too near the tide ...naturally. Think it were a wave came over about the time I thought I saw something unusual - risen up from the cold sand. Dug a little deeper, ofcourse. And grew a little taller when the smallness of it all fit so nice between my toes. Think I understood something unusual. © 2014 sen |
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1 Review Added on July 16, 2014 Last Updated on July 16, 2014 Tags: spirituality, intuition, philosophy, optimism, past |