Simone Sauvé
Contributor
I can hear the sea
The cries of seagulls
The gushing wind
A whiff of salt
The grainy texture of sand
Distant crashing waves
Voices are drowned
In briny air
Feelings have vanished
No way to be affected
Disturbed, annoyed or destroyed
Smooth shell creating a hard wall
To the outside world
And from inside
I hear nothing but the sea