The Salted Shore

The sun, a molten coin, dips into the horizon,

its edges singed with amber fire. Waves,

like ancient tongues, lap at the shore,

their salty breath whispering secrets.

Seagulls, wingtips dipped in silver,

skim the water's surface, scavengers of forgotten tales. Their cries echo,

a haunting melody against the fading light.

Beneath the surface, hidden realms unfold.

coral cities, delicate as spun glass,

where anemones sway like ballerinas,

and neon fish dart through liquid alleys.

The sand, a mosaic of crushed shells,

holds memories of shipwrecks and lost love.

Each grain, a miniature universe,

cradling secrets whispered by the tides.

And there, where land meets sea,

a lone figure stands—a silhouette

against the dying day. Salt-kissed skin,

eyes fixed on the horizon, longing for escape.

The wind, a lover's touch, weaves through hair,

carries the scent of salt and adventure.

In this liminal space, where earth and ocean merge,

the heart flutters, torn between two worlds.

I hope you find solace in these images woven from words. 🌊✨