wordsculptures
Words and pictures reflecting life and faith.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Rockpool
A teardrop of the sea,
abandoned in the retreat,
cries alone.
The wet entrapment,
an imprisonment of rock,
awaits the ransom deluge
of the moon’s commando raid.
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