Dawn's early light adorns the horizon as she
lends her warmth to the storm-ravaged sea.
Tempestuous waves of the fore-night, now tame,
roll their way to the shore, then in silence recede.
I stand alone with bare feet in the sand and seek
comfort from the cold ocean water's caress.
By turns, my troubles I cast to the surf and then
pray that this time they, too, will regress.
The salt of my skin meets the cool ocean spray;
they unite as warm tears stream down my face.
I walk away quickly, leaving behind sorrow and
my memories for the sea to erase.
- Tanya Lee
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