El Mar

November 22, 2010
The sand settles beneath my feet
Shells crunch a soothing beat.
I walk along the shores I see,
The shores that once so frightened me.

The waves dance with soothing churn
melodic rhythm, as the world turns.
Waters enhanced with mystic salts
Brought in with wisping waltz.

I hear sounds of Sirens,
Luring to their disguised islands,
Singing songs of woe and yore,
calling to the Eastern Shore.





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