Poem: 'Sitting in a postcard'

By Louise

I found myself sitting in a postcard
Everything I could see, but could not touch
The sea meeting the sky
A fine line between water and air
I could feel the wind and I could smell the seaweed
But all I wanted was to touch the moment that no camera could recall.

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