One

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sweet were times on the beach
walking swiftly through the mist
the surf sang at our feet
polished stones glinted
our foot prints traced by the sky
we held hands, a white shell
sand dollars settled atop fine sand
with glee and excitement
you selected the ones you loved
I picked up the ones that called
a white shell between our hands
the sun ablaze in the Pacific horizon
wind blows a salty kiss on our lips
a gull pecks in the sand
woman falls for love
the pebble is surrounded by sea water
life is lived in bursts
one day for you
one day for me

 

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