Shards of sand stab my feet,
Then slowly prick the rest of me.
Run —
Escape the vicious rays of the sun.
Collapse in the sure arms of the ocean
As I am rescued from the shore
Facing dangers,
Nevermore.
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Feathered Hope | Original Poetry
PoetryThis is just a place to turn my thoughts to ink in the soulful world of poetry. Will forever be ongoing, as I don't think I'll ever stop writing poems.
