Powerful waves rush to the shore as I
lounge in the chaise with toes in gritty sand.
Sandy shores, crunch under weathered old soles.
Souls lost on the shores across other lands
find their place to reside and live within.
Whether or not the vessels believe this
hearts beat and lives live on because of those
who gave their lives for their own true reasons.
We are powerless to know human minds.
We are powerful to make up our own.
There you have it! This is my response to the prompt: POWERFUL for this weeks Six Sentence Story
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