The embers have died
Save the red speck
Blown by breeze
To the dark night.
Disappearing to where ?
Forlorn
As are my thoughts
A silent whisper.
My hair lifts
In salty breeze
My toes feel sand
Moving sacred.
Sounds of waves
Ships lights distant
No more the red speck
All alone.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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