Ivory seafoam
kisses the bleached sand,
like long-lost lovers
dancing
to the rhythm
of the ocean wave band.
The tide crashes
Into the sandy arms of the shore.
A lingering embrace
before receding,
too fleeting.
Soft waves
cycle in an ostinato,
as the ocean beckons
Then retreats,
repeats.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
Ivory seafoam
kisses the bleached sand,
like long-lost lovers
dancing
to the rhythm
of the ocean wave band.
The tide crashes
Into the sandy arms of the shore.
A lingering embrace
before receding,
too fleeting.
Soft waves
cycle in an ostinato,
as the ocean beckons
Then retreats,
repeats.
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