The blue waves,
The white sky.
The clouds afar,
Yet seemed too nigh.The white soft sand,
Scattered on the bay.
That looked all the same,
From December, to May.The unending horizon,
The depth below my feet,
The sun pretending brighter,
The trees turning green.Walking into the water,
I wondered,
Was 'The Shallows' a true story,
Or was it 'The Deep Blue Sea'.
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Hey peeps!
Thank you so much for reading!
This was a bit short and sweet.
Hope you like the ending XD.
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The Bay Beach
PoetrySome random thoughts I got near the waves, and ones you could relate to ;)