Listening to Wind

It is September, yet 

I can still hear the beach. 

The sea moves and swells; 

it tumbles to the shore, 

dusts itself off, 

then rushes back towards the sand. 

 

I think this could heal me: 

the sound of wind, 

the sound of waves, 

and being at the right place 

at the right time. 

Geri

MD

17 years old

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