Summers at the Isle

Seagulls glide across the isle
as day fades into night,
painting a watercolour sunset
across the ocean.
Running along the coastline,
tendrils of sand-crusted hair
flapping amidst the whispers of wind
and lapping waves, I savour
the salty tang of ocean breeze,
cool air closing the gap
between gossamer-thin shirt and
bare, awaiting skin.
Around me, thunderous waves
rise and fall into each other,
fall and rise,
like the pulsating rhythm
of my heartbeat.
One with the isle, fearless and free.

 

 

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