Our Ocean

Our Ocean: An Onda Mel* Salted wind in swollen seashore, whispering shells, singing bird’s bells, seeping fine sand in my feet’s pores. You came rushing, warned of a storm, and then it came, and end our lane, wrecking our ocean, all it’s form. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In response to May… Continue reading Our Ocean