Low tide

Into a low-tide world
We waded alone,
Past those beaches
Moss over-grown;

Miraculously,
To walk across
A waterless ocean,
A mud-grey fosse;

Beyond us the steady
Yet hurried sounds
Of a sea that forgot
Its low-tide grounds;

A sea that had gone
And long since fled,
And left us to walk
On its ancient bed.

– Margaret Leong, Rivers to Senang

Comments

[Juan]

So beautiful!

[Juan]

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