Waves crash against the rocks
Making them roll upon the shore.
Water makes a splash to mist the air.
Bubbles foam and pop from the force of the blow.
The tide pulls water back to start the cycle again.
The sand softens from the water
To show the footprints left behind.
I walk away from the beauty,
Smiling, knowing I'll be back again soon.
(Written in 10th Grade)
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 4:39 AM UTC
Waves crash against the rocks
Making them roll upon the shore.
Water makes a splash to mist the air.
Bubbles foam and pop from the force of the blow.
The tide pulls water back to start the cycle again.
The sand softens from the water
To show the footprints left behind.
I walk away from the beauty,
Smiling, knowing I'll be back again soon.
(Written in 10th Grade)
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