a solemn soul
sits upon the sands
tracing her slender spine
a tenderly once kissed neckline
smooth curves appear upon
sun-soaked granules
teasing out the features
that he thought lost
but fingers deftly recreate
upon a canvas grainy-fine
the ocean rushes to erase
the moment of recognition
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how beautiful are these lines –
“but fingers deftly recreate
upon a canvas grainy-fine
the ocean rushes to erase
the moment of recognition”
and the ocean takes in all, without any voice…loved it….:)
I’m glad you found them so =), yes the ocean takes it all without a word.
This is truly lovely.
Thank you =)