Ocean wide and welcoming, blue
and vaguely wavering-
crashing to the shoreline harshly
softly striking and then softening
the solid rock to sand;
churning up the precipice
a field to grow a coast;
waves listing and then sinking
most must learn to know-
Beach farm
small atop the jutting rock, so hard
and sharp and drenched in shards
of growing grains of littoral land
born by waves' farming hands
worked into such smooth white sands
slowly and surely, you reap a strand.
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Author:
Noveyre (
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- Published: July 16th, 2018 16:53
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