The Tide
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The moon was rising
pulling at the sea
– toying with it,
gutsy and playful.
I felt the commotion
racing me, tugging at me
– drenching me.
Right up ‘til tides ebbed,
baring again the
hard shingles of life.
AP: 2nd place 2022
Collaboration with Chandana Ramachandran
Posted on January 31, 2022
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2022
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