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Sunsets and Silhouettes
Cool coastal air caressing care on my face,
The sand slipping softly through my feet,
The ravenous roars
Of the ocean’s whimsical waves,
Ice cream top like silky snowdrops,
Woody waffle cone
Like a bark of a tree,
The sun bleeding in the sea,
Sunsets and silhouettes,
I closed the gap,
I bit the top of the icecream,
And it slid down
Through the gate of my teeth,
Warming warmly the tongue,
And I thought
I swallowed the sun.
Copyright ©
Anne Winter
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