translucence reflecting
earth and sky
browns and blues
lines zigzagging patterns
each, its own story
its own tale of time
I dig my hands into the sand,
salt soaked shells - rocks - grime
the sea glass is my favourite
(RED this time)
the sun beats down upon my face,
slowburn
the salty-breeze eases the heat
Water:
tides going out
Waves:
start crashing
what was once, just a moment ago
calm and refreshing
turns into turmoil
into rhythm
singing its song
beating out its pattern,
on this
forbidden beach. "
I wrote this particular song on... Friday? After my visit to Lion's Gate. It was such a beautiful day. I went with a friend of mine and we sat on the old broken, concrete "pier" on the beach, fishing for sea glass, shells and rocks of any sort. It was a wonderful way to spend the afternoon.
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