white is sparse at the break
Due to steady wake
Children laugh and run
Not affected by the golden sun
The white sand occupies the space between toes
The smell of salt fills the nose
Though the sea is ever changing
Our love for it is forever remaining
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So basically my bestfriend has never seen the sea so this is for her
YOU ARE READING
through toil and chance
PoetryPoetry for the doers and the dreamers. Poetry for the lovers and the fighters. Poetry for the soul seeker and the self lover. Poetry for the misfits and the outcast. Poetry for the classicist and poetry for the modernist. Pictures featured are not...
