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Salt on My Soul

Childhood by the Sea

By Vicky BabczykPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Grey stormy waves, decayed tides.

Wind through my hair, my fingers; brushing

past my cheeks.

Shells that echo in the year

Of past-time storms and past-time winds.

The smell of seaweed floating in the air,

Unpleasant yet nostalgic.

My palms are rough and dry

From picking up treasures spat out

By the water.

Childhood memories flood in.

Of agates I had found and stores

In boxes all over my house.

Flashbacks of red jaspers I had

Lifted off the shore.

Amongst winds that whistled in my ears.

Moody skies; grey clouds shielding the

Sand from the sun, the mist suspended in the air.

The taste of salt on my tongue,

My fingers. The taste of salt

On my soul.

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About the Creator

Vicky Babczyk

18 year old with a passion for writing in all categories :)

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