A gentle breeze sifts through the sand
Rough granules of polished rock rub my feet
Cool, seaweed tinted water laps at the shore's edge
The ebb and flow of the temperamental tide caresses my feet as I venture out into the sapphire blue
I stop, toes crunching into the shells decorating the wet floor
I extend my arms wide, like a bird, shirt flapping around my body like anxious wings
And then, I fly
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Colloquialism
PoetryPoems, short stories, prose poetry, vignettes, innermost thoughts, that sort of thing