Toes touch the horizon between sand and surf.
They flex, making divots in the coarse, flexible ground;
Soon to be washed away by the never-ending waves.
The salt sticks to my skin,
The air hugs my sides,
The sand clings to my feet,
I close my eyes and listen to the rhythm of the tide.
A peaceful beat that consumes my concentration.
My heart yearns to stay,
But I must depart.
© Copyright 2016 xXCapriSunXx. All rights reserved.
Paste the link to picture in the entry below:
Paste the link to Youtube video in the following entry:
Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Make sure your selection starts and ends within the same node.
An annotation cannot contain another annotation.
There was an error uploading your file.