It happens over
and over
and over
and over
and over
(you get the idea)
It is never ending, ceaseless, incessant, continual, and constant.
It crashes
and pounds
and rolls
and breaks
(and I am drawn to it)
The salt spray
The wind
The sand
And the waves
I love watching the ocean meet the shore.
Oh Kristi, I love how you wrote this piece!
ReplyDeleteYour words helped me see it...hear it...
Your words take me there... I love it, too.
ReplyDeleteLovely images! Thanks for writing this and sharing.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! I love watching the ocean meet the shore too. You captured so much about watching it in these few words.
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