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The seaweed sways with the current's flow
A soothing sight, as the ocean's hue
Glistening droplets sparkle in the sun
As the waves roll on, to be begun
The ocean's breath, a salty breeze
Stirs the surface, with ease
The scent of salt, a refreshing treat
Invigorates the senses, can't be beat
About the Creator
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi4 days ago in Fiction
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