12 Ik
White Crystal Wind
In and out
The Sea breathes
Herself awake
On morning Tide –
The Breeze –
A cleansing Current -
Crystalline Air –
Giving up Debris
In frothy Paroxysms
She bequeaths and leaves
Flotsam and Jetsam
Shells and more
Upon her polished Shore.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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