Upon the shore
I wish to walk
much time since
last talk with waves
Clean pure air salty breeze
shells washed
from previous tide
Forever your gaze uninterrupted
just water as long as the horizon
should eye follow teeming with life
Such water where every new rock or shell
one does find considered child like as a treasure
one last walk upon such water
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