Vacancy
Scattered shelters
Sometimes shine
Into the sadness
Of what is mine,
That gentle touch
Gives some relief,
Just swept along
A phantom beach,
As waves roll in
I feel the breeze
Replace my thoughts
With swaying ease.
At last returned
Into my vacancy.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2016
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