He Waves At Me© Poem by Roann Mendriq

I walk along a pristine shore,
to gaze upon the silver sea;
In wonder at the ebb and flow,
with just the surf for company.

Barefeet strolling in the sands,
I allow myself to slowly sink;
Sifting pebbles in my hands,
Like thoughts when I don't want to think.

Finding shells in pearl and peach,
Etched in patterns pure divine,
Blessings scattered on a beach.
Reminders of what once was mine.

Why weep oceans if we're apart?
When but a wave will lift my heart?
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