Vintage

Above, The sun concealed beneath the hazy cloud,
below the tide crashed on the shore so loud,
The grains underneath me tickled my firm sole,
solace and silence played the only role.

The radiance recreated hide and seek,
aqua sprinkled over my warm body bleak,
Some note from the deep it brought with it,
The passion grew inside as my heart split.

The palm leaves wheezed as i breadth in,
erosed and took all my timid little sin,
dusk approached as the sun headed home,
and the vintage engrossed my heart’s foam.

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