12 Ik
White Crystal Wind
In and out
The Sea heaves
And deeply breathes
Herself awake
At morning Tide –
The Breeze
A cleansing Current
Of Limpid salty Air
Giving up Debris
In a frothy Fit
She leaves and bequeaths
Flotsam and Jetsam
Crystal Shells and more
Upon a polished Shore.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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