the log

I lay there, it was twilight.

there was the giant sky holding hands with unending blue.

Many footsteps walked ashore, no remains left.

The waves washed any faint memory.

The winds that carried faint smell were burdened.

Burdened with salt, moisture.

I lay there soaking every bit of salt that cut me inch to inch,

fighting the wind that pushed me further away from where I came….

And the sun that warmed me left me to my fate….

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