The tide rolling near
the soldiers stood
at attention
saluting the rise
of the eyes of the
oceans salty clear
arms as she
plummets into sand
ripping apart
the grains
taking them with her
as she expands
her encompassing mouth
into it she swallows
all the little soldiers
standing at attention
saluting the ocean
waiting for her
beautiful
return
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
The tide rolling near
the soldiers stood
at attention
saluting the rise
of the eyes of the
oceans salty clear
arms as she
plummets into sand
ripping apart
the grains
taking them with her
as she expands
her encompassing mouth
into it she swallows
all the little soldiers
standing at attention
saluting the ocean
waiting for her
beautiful
return
© 2013 Christina Jackson
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