Sadness

Stony, rocky cliffs surround the sand,
Waves banging on the shore,
Hard wind blows swinging trees and grass in the fields beyond,
The water crashes against the rocks,
A stranded, suited driver fights the breeze,
His black crying hound faithfully by his side,
Sadness in their eyes.

Reviews

[Wem Ortiz]

I was in the zone, I was in the beach. I have become the character of what was written.


I like this very much, but only if the driver realizes what beauty beholds on his ground
he would appreciate the happiness. rather that its sadness.

wonderful work of art. madame:)