Coast and Port

Freeform Poetry About My Homeland

Photo by Mercedes Mehling on Unsplash

Whether feeling the wind beneath your wings
or inhaling the salty air,
the coast and port leave no retort,
too mystical to compare.

The grass and trees extend
to a point of sudden stop,
where sand and stone make their home
and critters hide in rocks.

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Writer | Poet | Mediocre Chef | Health Enthusiast

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Writer | Poet | Mediocre Chef | Health Enthusiast

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