The perfect afternoon
To stroll along the shore
Still
Calm
Peaceful
Boom
A wave crashes
Against the beach
Not a big but loud wave
The millpond flat sea
It’s surface gently flexing
Splashing, rushing, rollimg
Where sea meets land
Then boom
Peace
Then boom
Peace
Then
Rhythmic
Soothing
Hypnotíc
That moment
Just as the tide turns
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Poetry 365 – Day 328 (The Perfect Afternoon)
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