haiku – gingerdrift

Changing Tides

I take it you’re not Accustomed to the changing Tides of the real world.

Shining hot suns and Bare trees score a barren world. Loneliness is key.

They didn’t notice I swallowed the world today. They will tomorrow.

A trace of bitterness In whose cold arms, the lovers Forget to go home.

Come share it with me A small, content loneliness, For ever after