WiesoWarum

By WiesoWarum

Summer Night

Creek, swish, serenity.
The children swing in tandem,
The sea stretches its salty fingers
Slowly
Over fine white granules,
Stuck between my toes
Buried,
In my hair,
As I gaze at everything,
at nothing,
I breathe.
It is all in front of me,
And within me.



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