The tide is coming in
its wiping out the deftly deposited footprints
down shore
enveloping them in sea water
The tide is coming in
its tempting little toes
daintily dancing down the sand to
enter its cool waters
The Tide is coming in
its cartwheeling shells in its waves and
depositing them on the
edge of the dry bit of the beach
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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