beyond the eyes lymit
the sun takes its last yawn
dispersing its mild breath on to the foam below
the night inhales,
gusting crisp winds
stirring the leaves of the palm
the sky whispers to the tide
pulling out onto the quiet sands
soft steps sneak along the shore
awaking resting sands with a soft crunch
footsteps trail the sands
but are slowly eaten up by hungry waves
the night’s orb presents tranquility
to the shivvers of the night air
the winds stand afoot
sending soothing silence as a gift
waves wish wash along the shore line
But the silence still stands
With the breath of the moon
silence still stands.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
beyond the eyes lymit
the sun takes its last yawn
dispersing its mild breath on to the foam below
the night inhales,
gusting crisp winds
stirring the leaves of the palm
the sky whispers to the tide
pulling out onto the quiet sands
soft steps sneak along the shore
awaking resting sands with a soft crunch
footsteps trail the sands
but are slowly eaten up by hungry waves
the night’s orb presents tranquility
to the shivvers of the night air
the winds stand afoot
sending soothing silence as a gift
waves wish wash along the shore line
But the silence still stands
With the breath of the moon
silence still stands.
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