Silent

February 17, 2011
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The chilly wind gnaws at the surface
of the water.
Stirring sand slowly,
like a despondent army
of curled up leaves,
reluctantly
parading,
across the esoteric beach.
Sharp waves scream at the shore,
beckoning
the silent army
into the howling ocean.





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