My Ocean Kissed Me, poetry written by Mitch Bensel at Spillwords.com

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My Ocean Kissed Me…

Mitch Bensel·November 18, 2021

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My Ocean Kissed Me…

written by: Mitch Bensel

@MitchRambling

walked the beach
felt the sting of sand from the wind
that picked up everything it touched
leaned into its force
letting it clean my soul
blasted through me
taking out any old pain..
.. calm came as the salt of the ocean
settled on my skin
my ocean ..kissed me

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Mitch Bensel

Multi genre author, Time of Death ER book, spoken word cd's, Psychological thriller, On The Edge of Evil, Children's books.
Rock hound, grandparent, retired EMT

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Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

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