oh! I heard whispers
darting to, to shore
not enough to reach
big brown rock waiting
soon it will cave in
sand are taken slowly
shifting weights, scary
I stood there watch sun
gently easing to mountain
hiding her beauty today
I raise my hand; shine
on my fingertips; pretty
then sudden gush of wind
close my eyes, I miss her
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