before the dawn
It is the grey just before dawn,the lightening flashes from side to side of the grey sky so forlorn. The tide turns shifting sand in shallows and the deep from seaboard to seaboard such secrets they keep.
What use is an umbrella in a thunderstorm, why wear a towel in the sea it will just get heavy and disappear as by the waves, from you it is torn. The umbrella will blow inside out and you will be left naked apart from your pout.
The wind whips up a pace it is getting really cold now and your wet hair slaps you hard around your face. You kneel cold and lonely on the edge of the sea a broken umbrella, a sodden towel and a soul that begs to be set free.
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