by nourayasmine   Aug 26, 2020

There once was a time
when I let
sand get foisted under my nails,
to grub for colored
conches and arks.

I ran and treaded on
the shying trails of waves.
The shells started
breaking under my feet,

I let go of things,
even the ruby-throated
hummingbirds I dreamed
to follow.

The ocean
is a god in motion.


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  • 3 weeks ago

    by Lost star

    This is so beautifully written, this poem is elegant.

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