Memories
of waves upon shore.
Noisy
pebbles rattle as the ocean,
Rushes
over sand, makes the rills,
My
barefoot walk feels below my toes.
Fearsome
wind tears the sea to shreds
And
drags at walkers up along the cliffs.
Ocean
calls of gulls far overhead.
The
closest I get is a shell to my ear.
2/11/2010
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