An Ocean Of Dreams (a short fiction as prose)

each day
she wrote wishes,
secret desires
on scraps
of tissue paper
consumed them
in a candle’s flame,
the burnt ashes,
like blackened herbs
between her fingertips,
she spread
upon the sand
and waited
till the sunset
and for the evening tide
to take them far
out to sea.

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