My Poetry

Mingling Edges. 

I’m on the edge of glory…

Not the Lady Gaga song, but the edge where two natural figures collide.

The sand and the ocean…

Where the water dances around your ankles and the sand crumbles like brown sugar.

Sometimes the pair simply mix together, water and sand, and make wet sand, but sometimes they produce absolute beauty.

The two earthy beings are just sand and just water alone.

But when the two beauties’ edges meet, they shine and glimmer like beautiful diamonds.

And they reflect beauty in everything that comes across it, like the sun swimming around in the sky, or a child dipping their toes in the calm waves, or a seashell washed up on shore, or a pile of cool green slithering seaweed.

It’s called a beach, but it’s also the perfect collision.


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