Pumice Feet
The sweet salty smell of the sea.
Gives my heart a gentle reprieve.
From memories that no longer comfort me.
I walked down the shoreline a child.
The future fully ahead of me.
Blissfully unaware of the things I could not see.
Innocence was my surroundings.
And all that newly appeared was astounding.
Everything seen was diluted in nature.
Now all I see is polluted nature.
The wind pushes everything along, but I cannot move.
The waves come up,the waves come down in the same melodious groove.
This poem is about:
Me
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