Shores of Vannes

Maybe finished maybe not I don't care.

Sweet foam that crashes among rocks comes home!
Embracing forgotten times to jerk the tears from the heart, yet no one knows.
No one knows pain but the few who have gathered awareness of your scars,
Beautiful yet deep which lies upon this sands smile.
A place so foreign to me yet which you call home,

this place to which your passion has loved lost and been freed again.
This candy coated frigid foam returns to clash once more with the past, yet only delight will you see from this one,
Ghosts can lie and wait but no more will this foam crack upon the stones,
Only gleeful stains will remain for those to see.

Author's Note

Destroy my writing!