On a Beach in California

and when the last of the shadows climbed into his bucket the little boy that no-one knew whispered something to them and carried the bucket to the ocean's edge he was seen by several setting the bucket in the water as a wave approached then turning towards the other children along the beach and motioning them to come which they did, some 60 or 70 of them suddenly drawn to this boy that no-one knew he looked back to the sea at the crest of the horizon a dome shaped craft that dwarfed any vessel known to man emerged from beneath the waves suddenly hovered silently above the beach darkening the skies it was there but a moment and was gone when the astonished crowd turned their gaze towards the young boy he was gone as was their own December 22nd, 2112 seventeen minutes and 21 seconds before the Sun died

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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