In Each Wave

In each wave I sense a memory

of when we were young,

and the wind played

while the sea rolled through us,

we were part of something

holding our hands up

to the sun,

we waited for the moon

to call us into the night,

to embrace us

in the sand.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

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