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Closer To Earth

My fingers gently break through the sand,
Grasping as it runs through my hands.
I wipe the sweat from my lips, 
Dripping and humid.
My body sighing and creaking,
Droplets run down my wrinkled skin.
My mortality is coming to an end.
I’ve spent many days upon this beach,
But now the sun is smiling at me
And the wind is hugging me closer.
The water lapping to my feet,
Anticipating my end
And to return to them.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Agustin Avatar
May 25, 2024 at 11:03 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Leffanta Avatar
July 23, 2021 at 12:16 PM
Erosion only appears to be a natural end as a tsunami merits an higher body count . . . .
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