Gulls screech, waves pound the shore,
Bitter salt on my lips.
Freezing wind upon my cheeks,
Fingers numb with cold.
Pin sharp flecks of rain strike my face,
The smell of the sea.
My ears filled with the shingle’s roar,
A good day for ice cream.
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Thursday, 5 November 2009
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