rushing quickly to the shore
hiding silky sand
wandering why do we explore
footsteps washed from the strand
foam of sliver hastening in
collapsing on the shore
here such beauty does begin
as our spirits start to soar
rocks that stately stand
beneath the ardent waves
daily becoming sand
thoughts of themselves to save
gently grinding down
flushed out to sea
causing sparkles all around
simply wanting to be free
waves that rush forever
into eclipse of time
say you'll leave me never
forsaken in my prime

- joanne
Sam
6 old applause
