Cleansing Poem by Ray Andrews
Cleansing
Grains of sand crunch beneath
My feet as the ocean loudly
And endlessly reminds me
Of nature's washing and cleansing
As I move along the beach
The briny mists and crashing sounds
Clear my cobwebs of anger
And drown the spiders of fear
With a good walk on
A clear day, the few vermin
Of hate are scrubbed from
My soul, and I am content
I love salt in my wounds
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5/7/2024 5:56:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is an excellent poem.10 plus...........