Waves pound steep shore
bleached skeletons of trees
nearly buried in sand
wind keeps them visible
Sea spray salts my skin
gray whales crest and spout
I watch them again and again
how do I describe my sense
There are no words except
the overused ones again
and again as I dream of waves
bleached skeletons of trees
Sometimes the overused words express important things in their own unique way!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words. I felt that I was right there with you and hope I have a dream of waves and bleached skeletons of trees tonight.
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