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   Air tasting like salt.

The rising odors of atrocious smelling mud.

The marsh stretches onward toward the sea.

The light brown grass is as sharp as knives.

The sand runs through my hands like sugar

Crystals.

The air is thick,

And settles like a blanket on the marsh.

Hidden among the grass lie crickets,

Chirping their beautiful song.

Birds tweet high above,

Their song echoing all around.

The marsh seems so desolate, so deserted.

And yet I am not alone.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Paig3Cagl3 said...
Nov. 5, 2009 at 2:44 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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