
Sandpipers run along the shore,
a soaring sea hawk screams.
Sunlight pierces the ocean floor,
waking me from my dreams.
I catch a glimpse of sorrow’s bride,
in the corner of my mind.
Tossing flowers into the tide,
her shadow trailing behind.
She strolls the shore at break of day,
while the rest of us sleeps.
She wears a smile upon her face,
‘tis her shadow that weeps.



You know how to embrace a reader. I love your poetry. Laney






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