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.


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