Lost Treasures From History
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I need something that is creative, I’m really looking for some sort of phrase for the ocean’s edge
Here I stand at ocean’s edge
Frothing foam lapping at my feet
Behind my back a sand dune ledge
Where the sea and sand chose to meet
Here lies the sand, gently spread wide
Uniform grains from start to end
Baked under sun, lost under tide
Curved ripples cling to water’s bend
Here roars the surf, black and wild
What lies beneath is most unknown
Should it be treasure, danger, mild
Currents deaf to whimper and moan
Here my shadow stretches inland
While the wind pulls my hair towards sea
My recent history etched in sand
My future dives into the waves, free
Summer’s edge
the only time of the year the beach is so ,standing at the edge of the land you live on .between the monotonous world you get comfort from or the curious depths that entice before you .you contemplate your life ,where to go and look for once at the water .you imagine yourself one with the waves ,of crs reality pulls you back and life is boring again .somehow the mystery of the sea still calls you ,you bid it like an old friend farewell
Themocracy