Poetry, Writing and Artistic effort.
To be the creative me!
Sunday, 6 March 2011
Sand bay point
Sun burnishing water,
shimmering golden,
flats stretch for miles,
mud marked by water,
carved,
like fingers drawn through clay,
jutting rocks,
blackened,
weathered,
tempered by the storms,
now sit proud above,
the gentle calm today.
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