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