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The Wave
I feel the water's icy touch on my ankles as the grainy sand wedges itself between my toes. The air is fresh and crisp with the smell of salt and hints of fish. The last day of summer cruises by me on the sun as it slowly but surely makes its way to the other side of the world. My board is freshly waxed with scents of pineapple and coconut. The crystal blue water curls into waves that crash at my feet, I am waiting for the one. You know that one wave to make this day and this summer epic, always go out with a bang, they say. I can hear the loud chatter of voices from people at the beach and in the distance I hear the faint call of seagulls, but then it all fades away into silence. All I can hear now are her waves calling to me. It's like she and I have become one as her waves and tides match the rhythm of my beating heart. She is to me Demeter as I am her Persephone and winter is Hades.
By Dani Baptisté 8 years ago in Poets
The Crimson Promise
A crimson promise, a promise that states that beyond skin color, gender, preferences, and biases, we are the same. Yet we ignore this promise, fueled by the ignorance of rage and greed. We ignore or hearts, our minds, and our hopes. People say that behind every angry mind there is a saddened soul and a torn heart. Worn by the cruelness of another's harsh words or actions.
By Endura Hunter8 years ago in Poets
