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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The beach of "S's"


Author's Note: Just a random poem, but I added a lot of "s" alliteration without even realizing it until about halfway through the poem! At that point, I just decided to go along with it and make that kind of a second highlight to my poem.

I stand on the beach
feeling the salty spray of the sea
the wind blowing through my hair
soft, squishy sand under my feet
The sun starts to set
slowly sinking under the horizon
Bright light turning to darkness
Lights go on in the distance
Making slight shadows
Against the setting sun
The serene scenery
Smooth seashells, half buried in the sand
A perfect environment
For anyone

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