Monday, April 16, 2012

NaPoWriMo Day 16


Staring at the waves breaking,
beautiful and calm crashing down.
The salty air kisses her skin
and stings the cuts.
Sand is cool and wet, thick
between her toes.
Alone with the reflection of the moon,
crystalline stars float on the water.
Her name meant “from the sea”
and she was ready to go home.

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