Progression

July 18, 2008
By Maranda DeBusk, Greer, SC

Waters lap at sand filled shores
As breezes blow ‘neath cloudless skies,
Spreading smells of briney oceans.
Softly sound the seagulls’ cries.
Secluded sights of nature’s beauty,
Lost in seas of corporate lust.
How long ‘til greed destroys completely
Leaving only nature’s dust?



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