Bleached , by Dubhaigan Subscribe to rss feed for Dubhaigan

Hearts lay like bones
and as still as stones
while the oceans tide
buries them, for only
a second.

Each time they are
washed upon, then
bleached by the
god like sun.

They are cleaner,
getting cleaner.

Just hearts, bones
and the stones.
Posted: 2011-12-01 21:13:54 UTC

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