Washed Away.

Sometimes we just can’t catch our dreams.


Dreams tumble

and fall,

ripples in a river

dancing one upon 

another,

 

moving ever 

onward

and away.

 

Only to be lost,

devoured 

beneath

ever restless

waves

 

as they leap

and break

on windswept

shores.

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Shackleton

There’s something about water… touches our souls in so many ways. Smashing poetry. A Sweetwater name and a Sweetwater poem.

mikeverdi

You’ve not lost your touch Sue
Mike XxX

jamalbbd

sometimes, we can’t even save ’em. quite pithy.

allets

I love great water images. You may consider writing about sweetwater lane. If already done, please tell all. Love and prayers – allets –