Sand In Your Eyes – Day 163, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Wind blows by as loud as engines roar on a breezy
Spring night.
Footsteps pound concrete like,
Emptied Corona bottles falling on to a ground where roses refuse to grow,
Where grass often dies.
Palms sway back and forth,
Back and forth,
Holding on to each other as loose as we close our eyes,
When we’re forced to hear each other’s outcry.
Around here,
No one’s outside…
It’s spring break!
Vacation for the broken on sandy shores burying smiles on a face too blind to notice another’s pain…