All content by Carina Whiting
The grass feels soft beneath my feet,
Though my thoughts are broken and incomplete.
Lonely hours pass silently by,
While colors slowly fade from the afternoon sky.
Soon enough the stars come out to twinkle,
But...
The moonlight shines softly on the midnight waves.
The beach is left empty from the afternoon craze.
The seemingly black water pushes and pulls.
The abandoned sand is perfect for lost souls.
The quiet...
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