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 foward
The soft sand almost burying my toes
Like quicksand
Gray clouds zoom by
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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