The Beach
Feb. 14, 2023 • By Jason Elhilow
DescriptionA poem of the nearing night.
MessageQuite the scene.
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A shining smile.A shadowed sun.
Three people,Riding a rotating wheel,Stared at the sand below.
Waves whisked in and out.The water’s blue hue Dimmed as the sky settled.
The night was close;The end was near.
But that didn't matter.It never mattered.
Laughter and joy cameFrom the brash beings in the air,Bearing the beautiful burden of the beach Bestowed upon them as day turned to dusk;Orange, red, yellow, and eventually, black, enveloping them.
Silence soon surrounded the serene scene.
It was over.
Three people,Riding a rotating wheel,Stared at the sand below.
Waves whisked in and out.The water’s blue hue Dimmed as the sky settled.
The night was close;The end was near.
But that didn't matter.It never mattered.
Laughter and joy cameFrom the brash beings in the air,Bearing the beautiful burden of the beach Bestowed upon them as day turned to dusk;Orange, red, yellow, and eventually, black, enveloping them.
Silence soon surrounded the serene scene.
It was over.
