Beached Comfort

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Walking into the mist  

Shrouding my view for a moment 

Million grains of sand soaked with the resin of salt

Crashing waves keep my worries at bay

Calming me into a trance like state 

Shots from my photo lense 

Capturing non recreatable images 

Lightly stamping my own tracks 

To make a path

Gazing upon weathered sections of nature 

Imbedded, broken shells laying across a desert of glistening sand 

Walking onward

Gathered pieces of drift wood

Prepare for the great shadow of the moon

Engulfing the ground beneath my feet

The sky, lit up with diamonds 

Flames that speak their own language 

Embers, burning off their own color

Morning comes

Plan on coming again 

By:ObligatoryInsightPoet
1/7/13

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