Sweet Salt
The sea rolls along
the shoreline,Anna Rosbach Amusing itself with its back-n-forth motion. Whispered answers to unspoken questions hang on the salty air. The wind leaves sticky surprises And the sand gets everywhere, Yet the sea just rolls on and off the shore Humming its own special tune. Footprints That were once imprinted in the sand Quietly vanish. There are no arguments here, And still the ocean roars. |