Thump, Thump
The young boy stood on the shoreline
Staring out over the endless ocean
The water was a dark color
Due to the time of night.
The only light illuminated from the
Big, bright moon
That hung over this moment like a large spotlight
In a huge auditorium.
The boy’s thoughts raced along,
Sometimes distracted by the crashing of the waves
That were as loud as beating drum.
Or, maybe that was just his heart beat?
Thump, thump
Thump, thump.
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