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SerenityWalking down the beach hand in hand with the love of my life, we watch the children write their names in the sand with sticks. we stop along the water's edge to cool our feet, we gaze out over the ocean and watch the water shimmer like diamonds. So many footprints we have left behind, the children pick up periwinkle shells left behind by the waves. The cool breeze blows through our hair, the mist from the waves powders our faces. Time to go, we have to leave this serenity behind, for tomorrow is another day. We'll be back to walk down the beach, hand in hand once more. Copyright Cynthia Jones Feb18/2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments |
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