Golden Hour by willyam



The waves stand

Straight as sentries,

Shoulder to shoulder.

They eye the shoreline,

Storm at their backs,

Wind at their sides.

The Sun sets above.

The sea ripples below.

The sky darkens.

Clouds rush in.

Birds flee the scene.

The sky opens.

Water rains from above.

Quiet reigns supreme.

They quicken their tempo.

They hit the sand with force,

Lines of soldiers,

Shoulder to shoulder

As one.

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