Magical,
Majestic waves,
Never ending,
Disappearing into the fog.
It is cold but I let myself forget
As the salty ocean air swirls around me
And the water laps at my feet.
I watch the endless waves,
Rising threateningly and then curling over
As they reach the shore,
And they look like thousands of little white puppies,
Eagerly running towards my feet.
They lick my legs as they run past.
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Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PoetrySome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...
