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