A stroll along e-beach

The cybersea is as flat as my spirits,
Each day I look out for washed-up
Icons,
But there is nothing from her.

The incoming tide leaves behind its junk,
But there is nothing from her.

The lighthouse is losing its battery power.

Time to sleep and start again tomorrow.





Poetry by Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-04-27 at 14:49

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I feel this.
2021-04-28


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done. Good metaphor.
2021-04-28