Intricately designed castles
With millions of tiny pebbles
Sparkling golden sands of beaches
Stretching at the edge of churning seas
Become erased without a trace
When high tide moves in rolling waves.
Children's handprints, lovers footprints
Gone, their presence a shimmering
Missed perhaps by the misty seas
But captured by lunar magnetism
And the moonlight has been enhanced
And her walk has turned to a dance.
CarolineCecile © 06.01.12
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