Walking on the Beach

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Walking the beach alone by myself

Listening to the cursing wind

The sea beyond crashing like tea leaves

Wondering what all of it means

Is there a riddle to where the sea and sky meet?

I don’t know but would someone tell me, please.

 

Strolling, skipping over these wet sands

Huddled, the wind attempts ripping me off my jacket

Alone.  There’s no one to see for miles, no rocks no sand castle

Lay in sight.  Nothing but distant memories

Of what could be, once was, or never will

There’s just me throwing stones out to sea.

 

I hear you speak: your voice so faint in the wind

You pleaded with me to stay

Stay, don’t walk away

Here on this white landscape there is no hiding place

No past, no future, or forever more

Just you talking in my ear, walking alone on this strip of beach.

 

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