All I Want is the Sound

of rolling waves
piercing parched and broken
skin.

The warm golden tendrils of
sand between solitary
toes.

The smooth curve of orange
frowning at its own reflecting
smile.

The taste of salt and wind
playing bittersweet on the
tongue.

The smell of life and death
dancing with a disappearing
moon.

*Day 17 – Poem a Day Challenge

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