(written age 11)
Close my eyes
and lift my freckled face
to the sun, at
the edge of the water.
The salty sea just
barely touching
the sand behind
my feet.
Glance down and see
how my feet
are slowly buried,
the tide pulling the
particles out from
under my feet,
and sweeping fresh
grains of sand in
to take their place...
the continuous cycle
of the docile oceanside.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Pura Vida
Poesía~A collection of my poetry.~ Many people say that the poetry on wattpad is just a jumble of rhyming words with no true meaning, written by emotional teenage girls. I'm not going to lie. I am a teen. I am a girl. And I am emotional. But my poetry is...
