Romance, Fantasy and random short stories
Posted on June 24, 2018
by KJ Eastwick
Light trapped in the ripples Of a retreating wave Shadows form and shift Down the sand again Little speaks of sea foam Clink to the surface fast But this wave, it is dying Seconds only left to last. Advertisements
Category: Environmental, life, PoetryTags: Death, light, ocean, wave
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