A Pink Dormouse Production


Footsteps on a beach,
Marks of exploration across damp sand.
Tide slowly washes over,
Pressures of life eroding transient thoughts.
Dark forest of rumours,
Each tree leaving its own detail.
Can a life expand
When all around is closing in?
Lovers in the rain
Sharing secrets of space and time.
No longer to dream alone
But to hold the dream together.
Why write these words?
Can the truth yet be told?
We are but dust
While feelings last forever.



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