Dust under foot
A thin line where soil meets sand
warm dark brown, fine tan.
Grey, glaring white foam
pushing forward, withdrawing
it's human nature.
soft wind brushes past,
it is a bittersweet caress
the touch stings, soothes.
Unforgiving sun
Ball of fire with no shadow
shines down on me.
About the Creator
Ruby Grant
Hello, my name is Ruby. I am an aspiring writer from Australia. I have an obsession with fantasy and the supernatural, but that doesn't mean I won't give other genres a go. I hope you enjoy reading some of my stories.
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