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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Beloved Starfish
She moves through everything, tangible or not with light and air uplifting anticipation; which isn't a sin unless you live there Pages turned with care not to disturb the intent or thought; a sacred sanctuary and her heart aches, but letting go is a gift - time honored Silver box unlocked old watches won't rewind …
Trilby Yates 