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Jun 2013
Salt-filled air bites at the senses
as water from above and below
intertwine,
woven together in intense immersion
with an imminent addition
to the ocean's continuing collection of structures,
made of the forests' dead,
and interlacing spines from branches,
given no chance to grow.

Now only to be resting miles below their home,
standing meekly against the current of the deep.

Saturated skies echo sadness from the sea,
while man's eye only grazed
upon the shore
before remorseless waters' waves
tumble and lure to underwater graves.

The sharp cold of the evening sky's drizzle
dissipates the day's warmth.
The sun recedes beyond,
sinking beneath the bottom of the sky,
and leaves the scene at peace
as if no one were ever there.
Kylie Hailstone
Written by
Kylie Hailstone  30/F/Grand Haven, MI
(30/F/Grand Haven, MI)   
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