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Tides

I let these unspoken words bathe over me
like a wave of petals and paper boats
caressing a lazy shoreline.

These troubled bones shift with our moonlight, 
in the fades of this
lovely deep.

And I asked myself if the sand was happy when the tide rushed away. 
Or if it found pleasure knowing it would always return. 
🌿bh

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Anonymous said…
Poetry, flowers, antique typewriter, amazing combination of the talent you have developed so meritoriously.

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