The Sorrowful Seashore

Pockets of grey dominate the ivory sky, for the sun doesn’t shine on this lonely seashore.

A cold wind wails sorrowfully through the shore, for the dead fish who lay motionless on the sand.

With vacant eyes and rotting flesh, the seagulls and the crabs make a feast of the dead fish flesh which will soon be no more.

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I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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