Balancing

Goa, 2015

The wind was too strong,

when I tried to balance myself,

 and stepped on a patch

that was full of fragmented shells.

As I walked by the sea,

the waves tried to pull me inside,

 and then left the shore

covered with brown foam,

blowing everywhere with the wind.            

It was misty in the corner,

tiny droplets of water

 washed the dirt.

~~payal~~

It's #OctPoWriMo Day 11 post.