(11.24.20)
Warm water laps at my feet
The waves invite me:
Join us; you will be free
The seashells lay down on the sand
Telling me:
Stretch out next to us, and stay
White froth floats, tickling my toes
A friendly greeting is spoken:
Hello, how are you?
The damp sand clings to my bare skin
Asking what my choice is:
To stay, or be free?
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Words of the Soul
PoetryRandom poetry I've written. Thanks to @FZhang for the awesome cover (again!) Most impressive tag: #78 in Thinking
