Down the beach was rocky coral,
split, bleached, and tossed
by a million sighs of the sea.
Once wet, living and brilliant
with color, now laced with debris,
dead remnants of used up existence,
rusted skeletons, salt white bone.
Heading back, a key deer I saw,
fantastic and dainty,
failed to notice the fatal metaphor
and ate the remaining grass.
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Heading back, a key deer I saw, .....wonderful expression shared on really.10
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