remember clean
gulls pierce with cries ancient
stones journey relentless to a future
life as sand
wind strips thought
let go
wave music
wave rhythm
ebb and flow of life
marching to horizon
always motion
never still
huge logs
once trees
now silver
in salt air
polished rough
holding back shore
standing up to ocean
grasses cling
whipped by wind
I sit
sifting all
sun slides
without apology
sky to horizon
if I wait
wind combs
my hair
cleanses
my heart
sky
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
remember clean
gulls pierce with cries ancient
stones journey relentless to a future
life as sand
wind strips thought
let go
wave music
wave rhythm
ebb and flow of life
marching to horizon
always motion
never still
huge logs
once trees
now silver
in salt air
polished rough
holding back shore
standing up to ocean
grasses cling
whipped by wind
I sit
sifting all
sun slides
without apology
sky to horizon
if I wait
wind combs
my hair
cleanses
my heart
sky
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