A PROSE POEM: SEA OF DREAMS.
There is a sea at the end of my street unknown by parents and guardians.
it’s a sea of dreams accomplished and dreams yet to be fulfilled,
my mother knows I love this place;
“probably because it’s the end of the street and the air there smells fresh and relaxing” she thought.
Behind the Alsons house you would see a foggy palm tree bending towards sunset.
the tree…popular and well known for its background effect in pictures,
the effort it takes is just to go with the direction the tree face, everywhere it turn bend to the sunset and leads to the sea.
it’s not just a sea, it’s the sea of life and freedom, paint with lifestyle and morals
Artefacts speak here.
And magic is not allowed; it’s not me, it’s the rule.
There is a sea at the end of my street where you can clear your head and wash your pain.
A sea of dreams with no fairytale.
Photo credit: @sea_photo_nc
Title: @ampersandprompts
Write up: originally written by me; @busyink_
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