The seaside is cold
The wind cuts me like a knife
The water is grey
No one else is here but me
I am lonely by the sea.
The sand is pure white
It looks like tiny diamonds
It fills my sneakers
The sky is gray and dreary
In the winter, by the sea.
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Still Water (a Tonka)
PoetryA tonka that I wrote for a creative writing class at I liked.
