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The draw of the Sea
The sea laps the shore,
whilst the sand receeds into
its cold blue temptress.
Oystercatchers sqwark,
their long beaks beaconing
the summer solstice.
Upon the clifftops,
weathered walkers feel the breeze,
adrift by sundown.
Day 0 - End to End Trip Poetry Works.
04.30.2025
Copyright ©
Charlotte Watkins
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