The shimmering tide shadow dances with the late April wind. While a halo surrounds the setting sun in a milky veil within the monochromatic skies. I stood alone on the beach on this late afternoon, barefoot in the cooling sand, as my thoughts consume me. The sea, she beckons me with her rhythmic motion to feel her icy touch. So I wander in hip deep as a piece of driftwood passes, mocking my sin offering. |
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