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The happiest, and consequently, the saddest day of my life, on the beach I shall never forget.

 

Specks of black and gold

Under the blanket

Where we made love

Footprints in the sand

Surf pulsing

Tide washes away

Any remnants of you and I

Broken seaglass along the shore

Sand dollar not worth a dime

Cracked in pieces

Pummeled into dust

Dunes of sand

Grains spiral and dissipate into the air

Hearts made of shells

Crushed underfoot

Abandoned tide pools

Castles crumble dissolving into their moats

Sun suspends on the horizon

For a moment time stands still

Then slowly descends

With one final kiss

Waves break in rhythm

Stronger grows the riptide

Pulled farther away

Out to sea

 

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