What Am I
I host thousands of creatures
And whisper to merry travelers,
spraying their furrowed faces with comfort.
My storms are wild and deathly.
I connect.
I disassemble.
I bring life.
I kiss sand in intervals,
blue, green, brown, white- I survive
Despite the debris thrown inside of me.
What Am I?
For PD's "What Am I" Contest.
Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2014
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