Thursday, October 20, 2016


Golden Hour by willyam

Lined up like sentries.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Eying the shoreline.
Storm at their backs.
Wind at their sides.
Sun setting above.
Sea ripples below.
Sky darkens.
Clouds rush in.
Birds flee the scene.
Sky opens up.
Water rains down from above.
Quiet reigns supreme.
They quicken their tempo.
Winds pick up their pace.
They hit the sand with force.
Lines of soldiers.
Shoulder to shoulder.
As one.

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