On Shore
I can feel the cold air resting on my skin,
and the wind blowing against my face,
As i taste it blowing in my mouth,
I can see wave, after wave in the lake,
As i hear waves smashing each other,
I can smell the lake traveling through my nose,
and the wood form all the tree's,
This is me on shore.
TYPE OF POEM: Free verse.
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