Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 254: Burntisland

Burntisland Beach
The seas tumbling waves spread across the lands finish line,
Shaping it's golden edge into a crescent smile.
Stepping into the rumbling froth of the wave as it dies, 
Feel it pull the sand, your land away, to meet the horizon sky.
An open sea mounted onto an open sky,
Indeed it does feel good to be alive.
Eve Love

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