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

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a.griffiths57's picture

Blue water:



Yes love is rarely constant and will ebb or wax and wane, like the tides of the sea. Liked your echoing poem.