Soft Sands of Sorrow
This is a tale...that did take sail
Of how I met the sisters at the shore
One was pretty...the other witty
So I got wet and wanted to know more
In her neglect...it did effect
The way she stared at me
To make her smile...it took a while
If she even cared to be
In her loneliness...I must confess
It was a sad site to see
With Angel eyes...that did disguise
Her constant flight to flee
If I could yell...and break the spell
And not command her fragile frown
To give her hope...so she could cope and
Wash away the sand from those who put her down.
June.23.2016
The Red Parasol by Alfred Glendening - Poetry Contest
By Eve Roper
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