Brooklyn beach
By Kristina R
Published 17 September 2021
My feet feel like I'm drifting through the air,
my feet are bare.
The tide is coming,
the birds are humming.
My friends are sitting near,
but not close enough to hear,
the singing of the birds
Published 17 September 2021
My feet feel like I'm drifting through the air,
my feet are bare.
The tide is coming,
the birds are humming.
My friends are sitting near,
but not close enough to hear,
the singing of the birds