I am moist sand beneath your souls
foam creeping up against your toes

I am the salty brine in your hair
your lungs breathing humid air
I am the clouds and the wind
without form and formidable
I am shapeless and still
I am a surfer’s thrill
I am the salt crystal art on your skin
dried in the sun
I am the deep blue and clear
a single tear
I am the microphone to the whale’s song
the neverending place where you belong
I am the sea
Sea Poem 2 - I am The Sea Sneak Peek - Sanja Avramovic

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