Salty spray from assualting surf
in successive seafoam surges. Send my senses soaring soulfull
while soaking the sandy seashore. Seaterns scatter swift but searching
for sustinance in strewn seashells. Surely someone somewhere succumbs
to similiar sweet sensations.
I love your poem, makes me want to take a ride to the shore. I have a wonderful collection of seashells, I have also, written a poem with that title.
Yes succomb away!!
I have always loved the sea and this set all my senses into overdrive - the smells, the sounds, even the texture and the saltiness of the air, all came to mind.
Wonderful!
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Connie
Yes succomb away!!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Wonderful!
Dick