
Stairs off a Beach on Hartstene Island
Relaxed by the water that go on for
Eternity where rules have no meaning beyond
The grains of sand, the shells and driftwood about
Rocks rounded
Each moment the waves wash
Away the rough edges
Time to inhale the tide, sans time.
Wonderful poem. Yes, I Tweeted.
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You were inspired, my friend! Terrific poem and photo!
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