On The Rocks The man on the rocks scratches a tune from pieces of wood and nylon chords, Dreaming of recognition, but comforted by the golden embrace of the sun. The girl combs her hair, which the light gently caresses and makes her more beautiful in front of her self appointed camera. A dog barks and chases newly born kittens along the sand, as the sea creeps in leaving its mark, briefly just for this moment in time. He thinks of her and wants to commit, She takes a photo and tastes the salt on her lips. Dreaming of love and a world in harmony, She takes another photo, He remains far away. The sun gently flickers and whispers Adeus, They leave the rocks, warmed but unknowing.
Sienna Williamson
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