The Shore
As I stand in the sand,
Feels as though I could conquer all the wind in my hand,
The wind whispers to me,
I take a few steps forward,
The soft sand almost burying my toes,
Like quicksand,
Gray clouds zoom by,
But it seems my ears don't try,
To hear, as thunder booms all around me.
Copyright © Eliana Lowe | Year Posted 2023
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