When we leaving shore, it can be wavy. I usually ask for my roast with extra gravy. Just maybe I flow too well and I become too smooth. Some days we feel naked outside, nude. š
Haiku: Ocean Drift
Tide forgets the shore,
drifting dreams on salted winds,
the noise stays behind.
Thanks for reading. š
Let me know if you have any favorite lines.
What is one memory by the beach or water for you?
Jixi Fox š¦
Category: Poetry