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hold me still, life, love, ocean, remembrance, seasons, story, time, truth
days –
the sands
of almost past
are swept beneath
the shore
where walks we made
hand in hand
(the heart
can still recall)
the gentle pull
of oceans come –
as wind
from distant seas
silence fell
(as whispers) –
confessions
from the fall
. . .
I always feel blessed when I embrace a new creation for your heart! It births serene smiles!
I remember those days…, and I know those winds, wordsmith 🙂 ……………………….xo