Written by Emily Harstone | May 24, 2017
How Tourists Survive Rough Seas: Lifeguards
The beach emptied under glowering clouds.
The last rampart confronted the squall.
The deserted beach, once a Paradise.
I thought I’d find peace. Didn’t!
The oncoming storm spared few people.
After all, he’d found a home
The sky split and Jesus arrived.
Choppy waters, stormy sea, safety be!
Where has the dead body gone?
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How Tourists Survive Rough Seas: Lifeguards
The beach emptied under glowering clouds.
The last rampart confronted the squall.
The deserted beach, once a Paradise.
I thought I’d find peace. Didn’t!
The oncoming storm spared few people.
After all, he’d found a home
The sky split and Jesus arrived.
Choppy waters, stormy sea, safety be!
Where has the dead body gone?