TravisNeal Williams

Rookie (1/10/84 / Griffin, GA)


I walk along the sea.
I let the warm breeze wash over me.
I watch the waves lap over the rocks.
Washing away the filth and rot.

A simple thing it appears to me.
To watch the waves crash from the sea.
Every tide it takes the filth and rot.
Returning it back away from the rocks.

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