On the Pier
The sweet smell of salt air
Sooths a difficult day
Gazing far and away
At the pier's end
Sitting dangling my feet
I breathe deep of the sea
The gulls calling to me
Noise fades away
Sun slips beyond my sight
Painting with hues of pink
Of such beauty I drink
Thoughts turn to you
Barbara Gorelick
7/9/14
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Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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