Aug 2017
The cold empty beach,
seeping sand into my soul,
the cold crashing waves,
longing for swimmers.
The undisturbed *****,
raid tide pools, brazen,
while green leaves blow,
across silent silicate.
seeping sand into my soul,
the cold crashing waves,
longing for swimmers.
The undisturbed *****,
raid tide pools, brazen,
while green leaves blow,
across silent silicate.
