shoreline

Poetry

As the temperature drops

My mind returns

To a spot on the beach

Where rounded pebbles rested

On soft brown sand

And little sea creatures

Went house hunting

While the sea tantalisingly tempted all

“Come on in, my waters are lovely!”

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