Storm – Hour Nineteen

Storm

Salty air blows around in circles
The breeze picks up seaweed from sand
The current reacts to the gusts
By crashing to the shore
Seafoam swirls the rocks
Shells dig in deep
Safe from harm
Black clouds
Storm

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