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. 🙂
Haiku: Ocean Drift
Tide forgets the shore,
drifting dreams on salted winds,
the noise stays behind.
Thanks for reading. 📖
Let me know if you have any favorite lines.
What is one memory by the beach or water for you?
Jixi Fox 🦊
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