Washing Themselves Away
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Arienna Grebert, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2017
Sharp breezes sting as they whip through the salty air,
Frolicking horses roll upon the glittering shards of sand,
The ocean above reaches out to reflect the turquoise serenity that envelopes it,
The beach washes itself away.
Sharp breezes sting as they whip through the salty air,
grabbing at the golden shards.
Frolicking horses roll upon the glittering shards of sand,
clutching at them desperately,
Washing themselves away.