December 15th
The ocean repeats
itself against the shore
the way my father shares
the same old stories. Imagine
the ungrateful prince
who wishes for the waves
to stop.
Imagine a hundred
castles, kingless,
built on the quietest
beach
as if sand
were the treasure.
The ocean repeats
itself against the shore
the way my father shares
the same old stories. Imagine
the ungrateful prince
who wishes for the waves
to stop.
Imagine a hundred
castles, kingless,
built on the quietest
beach
as if sand
were the treasure.