The Roaring Water
I hear it, the clashing of water against its own waves. The sizzling of the fallen waves rushing up the sand reaching out to pull you in. The moon light beaming off the almost never ending distance. Peace.. Such a dangerous mysterious void. But yet you can still see the beauty in the imperfect sea glass crafted by the punishing currents, the shells from the passed owners that resided in them. I too can create sea glass with the poems I flutter from my lips. Another dangerous mysterious void of its own.
-Mindfullylost;


















