Love Island

Wind blows across ocean The Atlantic roars Carrying a scent Of salt and recovery Sand beneath my feet, Your hand in mine As we walk the shoreline Finding seashells, An array of color - texture Sea glass; green, blue, Yellow, opaque white Placed in a jar to hold Our newly made memories Heart filled keepsakes …

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Too Often

Gentle motion sway your eyes reach across the distance and time remain the same for me... I often wonder about you I often dream about you never completely sub-level mind bend unable to let go ...of long talks hand in hand slow walk from your car to mine dock side harbor lights soften the moments …

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