Pressing sand washed clean...

Revista Indigo

via Rebel Art

via thatgirllucy

silent zen star

Web of circling veins

Loosening the reins

Kicking sides to gain speed

And on the road she paved a trail

Her dreams took her far

Worries washed into waves

Pressed sand once rang deep

Salt swept past grains to clear space

Smooth and soft ready to be repressed

She stepped into her footprint

And off she rode far with pumping heart

Head to toe rushing beat

Into the night she kept heat