Theres a beach with waves crashing. The white peaks left among the rocky shores to slowly crawl away. Theres a cave beyond the beach, barely seen in the moonlight, past the green moss and black weathered rocks. The entrance wrapped in trees, vines hang and leaves shiver. There, in the cave, I hide, sleepless through the night. And when daylight comes..... I hope the cove turns to calm water, the waves to a whisper, and in a reflection at the waters edge. Outlined in white seashells with breathtaking swirls of gold and bold glowing red, I find myself.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 16:32:32 +0000
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