ON THE QUAY

The wind moves me
The sea is rough
It doe's not scare me
The waves rise
inflates the sea
it has turned dark,green and black
The clouds are gloomy,dark
They sky is heavy,slow
The moist sand holds two flipped boats
The grass moves in the sand dune
Dark blue night ,although it is day
I walk on the pier
The sea splash's my face
that doe's not matter to me
I am angry,It doe's not undo the damage
That man has done
The sun's rays spit from the southeast
making a golden yellow seascape
A fight between the sun and sea
There is so much energy in the air
I reload..

Mary

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