Beach Walk
Out on the shores,
So cold and still,
She beckons for
Her void to fill
Her lonely beach
Waits for my feet,
Her empty skies,
My eyes to see
Through wisps of wind,
She calls my name;
She takes my sins
And kills my pain
And in this place
I am content –
On sun soaked sand
My soul finds rest.
Copyright © Nick Ruff | Year Posted 2010
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