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Forgotten Beach

by Sheridan Burns

The waves fold softly

Wind whistling past

No way to shed the abandoned structures eroding on its face

Letting them slowly lean back

Down into the abyss

In the hopes that one day when the humans remove their devastation

And the waves will cause the small civilisation to crumble

It shall be at peace

Allowed to dance without the blocking of its arms

Allowed to be carefree

No longer any rage withheld

No longer its power controlled.


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