The shore down
hill waves crash soft sand white beckons her ****** impact on soles paved paths
with pebbles underfoot
Sharp some most polished gems
Some large
Roars where I must go
Shoeless barefoot
And hear nature's voice
White crescents reaching o'er up above flying mists
Lovers in celebratory ****** from
turquoise lips
The travel am tredding
Lightly exploring each step
As some pebbles seem jealous
Their sharpness biting
Gathering up each hurt
In hand on the way
To furl away bouncing
Drowned forever
In