Feed on


I stare out to the vast unknown.

The sand in between my toes

as the sea draws near.

Rocking back and forth,


it is a never-ending cycle.

Colors now paint the horizon

orange, pink, purple, and some blue.

Only the ripples


distinguish from above.

Life and death,

the earth’s revolution around the sun,

all part of the never-ending cycle.

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