The sting that keeps on stinging

Photo by Ole Janßen on Unsplash

The waves lapped at the shell-encrusted, rotting piers
I hadn’t even found a romantic cliff edge to lay my soul bare
my baggage was light in substance and heavy in tone
sea breeze washed my face, but my spirit stayed soiled




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Kevin Farran

Kevin Farran

Kamakura based writer, lover of Great Danes, vintage cars, good red wine, bonsai and the Bard

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