Near the palm trees,was she,
walking across the sand,
black across the crimson sky,
shattered shells in her hand.
She showeres them into the sea,
gazing at the going sun,
thowing shells,
one, by one,
Feet in the water,
she feels the mist on her face,
from the ocean's swells,
and is inclined to race.
She sets off toward the setting sun.
Who is she racing?
Perhaps the crabs,
or the fish, she is chasing.
Along the never-ending coast she runs,
breeze in her hair,
dodging dips and lumps,
she takes great care.
As she leaves,
she sighs good bye,
and turns her head from
the darkened sky.
A contest entry
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