Loose Pebbles
I am daydreaming
and adrift in my surroundings
of misty humid clouds
wearing humanity’s torn shroud
and a blue mask that still looks loud
I imagine myself shuffling
along old limestone pavings
winding towards a deserted seaside
encountering loose pebbles on the incoming tide
washed ashore from worldwide
that are not yet sanitised nor classified
when will I be able to stop daydreaming?
when will our world stop screaming?
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Photo by Ivor Steven
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the sorrow is lucid in your beautiful imagery Ivor.