I pulled in to the
parking, right
next to this woman
smoking her cigar
while gazing into the
sea, and the
skies.
~
so, I too looked beyond,
drawing my breath
and searching –
searching for what she saw.
I looked hard, but
found nothing.
~
The cigar is now
over – she flicks
the butt,
smiles at me
and leaves.
~
This corner here –
part of the Atlantic that
is visible,
is her own, because she
made it.
~
I left shortly after –
to look for the place
I can call my
Own.
Beautiful thought! Love it!
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Impressive ptk. Correctly conveyed. Keep it up.
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