the scent of salt mist that still lingers
long after a hush
over the sweeping marsh lands
and then a rush of wind
as a heron dips into a lake
at twilight all that remains of the day
are the promises kept
for peace and creed
feet planted in the sand I stand
with my head held high
and memorize the shoreline
mesmerized by waves crashing
into oblivion my only wish
is to feel this way forever,
grounded.
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