A Walk On the Beach
Strolling morn,
down early
the the
beach in
I lift my face for a salt breeze kiss.
A seagull breaks the silence with its call, forlorn.
Strolling morn,
down early
the the
beach in
God's creation awakens and is reborn,
and for now all my cares I can dismiss.
Strolling morn,
down early
the the
beach in
I lift my face for a salt breeze kiss.
7/16/16
For Broken Wings One Stanza Only contest
1st Place
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2016
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