The Sea

Photo by Mohammad Ali Mohtashami on Unsplash

The salty breeze wasn’t always attractive,
The horizon was aspiring yet intimidating

But as I went a little far from the shore
I enjoyed the marvels of liberal waters
The coldness, the rocky surface, the smell

Unfortunately, it was getting late, the time was up
I was washed back ashore
My hands tried to grasp
My legs wanted to run back in

The tide was rising and I had to wait till tomorrow
I wondered why had I gone in?

Some shells washed up
Some muck still in my toes

- Jui Chawan

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