Forsaken coasts, who has tread her black sands?
And allowed her bitter waters to brush upon the feet that is bare.
Bare, vulnerable to the scorched minute pebbles of glass;
That compacts between the toes while you’re on your way, on a mission.
Not one in a million, more like millions in one,
Little masses all in my way,
Even the waters gobble them out from shore,
I still find more and more in my path, all in my… Continue
Posted on June 6, 2009 at 4:12pm