Lump

A realm so stark as one within a dream,
A beach of sand of sugar white with no
One on it; endless, cloudless sky, oppressive
Heat; the tide is coming in. The castle I
Had fashioned from the sand dissolves.
A lump is left. The damsel I had seen
In it, a kind and lovely woman, also seems
To be dissolving, turning into someone
Half-remembered from a dream.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-03-25 at 21:51

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