As lengthening shadows across the vista reach, <br />A susurration heard along a lonely beach. <br />A protest to invasion by the sensuous sea. <br />Wet fingers, dressed in lace, creep out to me. <br /> <br /> <br />Bare toes that dare to walk upon wet sand, <br />Leave marks to be washed by tides from land <br />So, no evidence of my existence on this plane. <br />Go back the tiny pebbles cry again.<br /><br />Irene C S ClarkHogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/obliterated-3/
