i can hear the gentle roar
by tanner brockwell (cc) 2007
i can hear the gentle roar
of surf that’s within easy distance
and the sand on my back
is still warm from the flying sun
that baked the white basking sands
but i am here in the dusk
as the set sun has just expired
and twilight yields to the new moon
grasping filigree [...]
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