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Benjamin Nicol Poem
A clement breeze brushing over skin,
A salty scent breathed deep.
Eyes closed, waves heard below,
A muffled crashing,
A cool, gentle spray.
Eyes open, ebony ocean,
Stippled with touches of moonlight.
Rushing air caressing fingers,
Higher above the water.
A million grains of sand shifting under foot.
Still.
Copyright © Benjamin Nicol | Year Posted 2007
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