Untitled Poem
by Gertie
The smell of salt water
and the feel of the waves splashing in my face
reminds me of a more peaceful time in my childhood
A childhood that was full of trauma but at least there
were good moments.
Good moments like the taste of a double scoop ice cream cone
with mint & chip flavor and cookies & cream flavor
while at the beach on an extra hot day in California.
You poem is proof that *Water* make its own level!
Your poem is proof that Water makes its own level.