Wind blows in over water tops
White caps rise, fall and roll
Tempted by nature,
Cliffs drop one rock at a time
Into our palms
We carry these rocks to a new home
Stack them up against the west wall
Watch water darken them
Watch wind reshape them
Grain by tiny grain
brandyeli
Under the sunshine or in the fog: I am a lover, a writer, an editor, a cook, a humanitarian and a photographer.
Cat Over Clock 
April 10, 2013 at 12:42 am
Your writing is precise and tight and very, very beautiful. Thank you!
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April 10, 2013 at 11:18 am
Thank you for your comment! It has been fun writing everyday so far and I am very appreciative of your readership.
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April 11, 2013 at 1:37 am
You’re welcome. Your work is wonderful 🙂
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