No. 11 “At the End of the Story” – 9/11/15

A message in a bottle, a whisper by the shore,

A sunset in the background, a seashell in the fore.

A pretty good life when summed up, no complaints to make,

And if there are any secrets, this one takes the cake.

A little girl is running, leaving footprints in the sand,

This is just one good thing, of things nobody planned.

Breezes through the grasses, a plane trail overhead.

No more need to say a word, the good things have been said.

No justification, explanation, just sitting here hand in hand,

As the sun drowns in the ocean and the ocean eats the sand.

-zu

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