Shoreline
the air passes by
the blue is so clear
the sky looks so high
when you are so near
the wind sings it's song
a strange melody
the cat comes along
likes to be by the sea
the driftwood so gray
looking so tired out
far above the spray
the gulls have to shout
I'm feeling your hand
it feels so warm
so hot is the sand
a week after the storm
Copyright © John Bertin | Year Posted 2018
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