shoreline

their lights are dim on the horizon two ships headed East soft blue glow barely seen from this vacant shoreline random stars begin peeking through the thinning cloud cover in the remaining bit of light ghost crabs scurry about free of human interruption the white crest of breaking waves glimpses in the darkness this is when the beach awakens this is when I am at home breathing the life of the sea

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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