Poetry

The reflection

By 5th October 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

The town that stood
upon a hill

was seen reflected in a sea
that sung ballards to
a sleepy beach.

Shimmering softly
with the night,

the streetlights
and cafe neons,

silently

wash gently ashore.

Martin Hopkins

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