Coast and Port

Freeform Poetry About My Homeland

Adam Ray Cronk

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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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Adam Ray Cronk

Poet & short story writer, lover of eldritch horror and anything Poe or Lovecraft | My writing ebbs and flows, from dark to light and back again.