Poem By Elcypher_Pebbles [ I ]

Pebbles.

I'll pick myself in pebbles
When this sandy skin
Built into a tower self
Gets blown by the storm
of fate which
once had been
my saviour
when I was
a fragment of
wet clay.

I'll fall in grains
from a whole
into the holes
of broken dreams
which had been my
rarest reality-
my long sought phantasy.

There,
No more shall be me
Like a page drenched in
oceanic bank
surfaced before the sun
whose inkings were washed and
blushed into the body
of tidal waves.

 Pebbles.
_El cypher._