Shore - Poem by Areese Woodson
As sands meditate smoothly,
Breathing scents of palms,
Glossy rays touch the ocean-
But flowing like clouds across the moon.
Waves locking along the words of aging stories.
Crimson- chrome candles illuminating natural beauty
And books along the shores.
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