Recycling and Cleansing
Turning tides have no worries, they roll on, obliviously.
In their wake the shifting sands bury secrets, centuries old.
Turning tides recycle sands and cleanse the womb, of Mother Earth.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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