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Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Glopowrimo #17 (another one presenting another point of view)

For Antonie de Saint Exupery.
The little prince
sat on the beach
made sand castles so many, many
for the waves whom he loved.
The waves came up to him
surrounded
licked liked loved
embraced
caressed
washed bathed wetted pampered him
then withdrew
leaving
taking the sand-castles
with them.
Only
bubbles sinking
of froth into the darkening sand
as his companions, remained.
The sun, of another planet not his, in front of him
into the wine-dark alien sea, sank.

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