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Blue water
Blue, sand on my legs, foam, on the edge....planning, spending, crying...
I walk to the edge... sit on the dark wet sand
water in and out
sky turning darker
memories cloud the space
your face, your face
blue, foam
blue foam...
where we were, where we began...
I've always loved you
always loved you
water in and out
water in and out
Blue water:
Yes love is rarely constant and will ebb or wax and wane, like the tides of the sea. Liked your echoing poem.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57