Strolling along the old lonely shore
By Timothy Tsiamis (Australia)
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The gray sea and the long dark shores;
And the golden full-moon suspended on heavens wings;
Gentle little waves that leap unseen
Awakened from their slumber,
Imprinting lonely footsteps in the yielding slushy sand
Spectator to the retreating tide and cooling golden grains
A trek along the stirring sea-scented beach;
Shifting sands unhinging his frozen gate
Welcoming cupid through the rusted entrance
Its sweeping wings rousing tainted mist
A mist which drifts out through the cracks in his heart
And ignites new passions for love