Smooth the sand ‘neath greying skies
The breeze it softly sings
As o’er the sea, the setting sun
A gathering it brings
Caught up in this, the ebbing tide
Back across the beach
And there, the cusp of summer
Just a little out of reach
Gentle waves in movement turn
With salt upon the air
The sunset fades and slips away
To night time waiting there.
©Jemverse
Keith Channing
May 03, 2015 @ 09:24:22
Great atmosphere, Jem
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Jem Croucher
May 03, 2015 @ 09:49:35
😀
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Dorinda Duclos
May 03, 2015 @ 14:07:02
One of my favorites to write about is the sunset. You really set the scene!! Simply beautiful 🙂
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Jem Croucher
May 03, 2015 @ 15:34:12
😀
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