Wet sand under our feet, as we walk a few more minutes along our beach
wind caressing our faces, and for some reason My Love
the seagulls object to our hand holding,
our salty kisses
as we surround ourselves
in the waves.
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Note: We haven’t been to the beach yet this year. We are still hoping to.
On our deserted beach My Love, we can walk unhindered
joining hands, infusing each other
with peace, the waves speaking to our hearts,
as we close our eyes
seagulls swirl above
then quietly descend,
about our prayers.
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A seagull flying high in the sky, pretending
gently that she is a hawk, riding
the wind away from the sea
as grey and black clouds billow
with the storm in her wings
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