This is not a town you would chose to be born in, not when the energy of new life is bursting through you; It’s a dead-man’s town.
Abandoned buildings and scared cats.
The frontier between then and now.
Ruined.
Forgotten.
Crumbling slowly into the sea where a single boat waits and watches.
But that same sea is the salvation; deep, clear, restorative.
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Yes, the sea is the salvation. A fresh boosting poem.
Hello Felicia, thanks for popping in to my blog, maybe you know this town Port You on the border?
Hope you're well!
ps still love yours
Tu veux dire la calanque de Port-Miou?
Si tu viens à Marseille, fais-moi signe !
Glad you love my blog!
Ah, désolée mais non - c'est sur le frontier avec Espagne, pas loin de Caduques... Port Bou.
Petit Typo :-)
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