the rhythmic crash
of the sea waves
as water trickles
beneath my feet
as it slowly washes
the sand on my skin
just before
it ebbs away
and then it flows
and then it ebbs
and then it flows
and then it ebbs
again and again
as i stood there
affixed to the moment
transfixed by the rhythm
and then, out of nowhere
it stopped
the tides have already
receded
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC
the rhythmic crash
of the sea waves
as water trickles
beneath my feet
as it slowly washes
the sand on my skin
just before
it ebbs away
and then it flows
and then it ebbs
and then it flows
and then it ebbs
again and again
as i stood there
affixed to the moment
transfixed by the rhythm
and then, out of nowhere
it stopped
the tides have already
receded