On The Shore

Found with dust particles
Yet everywhere.
The seen
The unseen.
The found
The lost.

We fit in molds
Most of us discarded
Like waste.

She found a shoe once on a hill
Climbing for days she was lost.
The smell of freedom finally came to her
So again, did the frost.

Built a castle upon the rock
Flowers, all over the floor.
When he asked where she had always been
She said “standing there, on the shore.”


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