The crushing silence of the ocean
The harsh screeches of the gulls
Long beaches stretched wide and open
Shells taken with the heavy pull of each wave.
The morning tide brings new treasures
Empty conk shells abandoned in the sand
A quiet morning stroll yields promise
A new day begun. A new beginning found.
Sunrises bring new songs to the skies
The waves carry with them folk tales from distant shores
New stories to be told.
Old stories to be found.
A message in a bottle
A secret not to a lost love
“To my dearest…” it begins
“Please forgive me…” is how it ends.
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