Brighton lines
beneath Brighton Pier in words,
moonlight reflected in the waves
waking the edge of the beach.
She walks purposefully drawn,
her focus on the moistened sand,
boots sinking, white seagulls silent,
sunlight long wrestled away.
Friday, 6 August 2021
A Poem a Day (463): Brighton lines
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