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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Salty air, slight breeze and glorious pearl white sand beneath my delicate feet crunching almost silently. I walk along carrying my soft shoes that were once worn in the presence of your sweet smile. The waves make the only sound in this bubble I have created, they break against the mossy rocks with the sound of thunder, spreading white foam and sea spray before receding back into the ocean where lonely souls have gone. Daylight slowly changes to sunset spreading colour over the once blue sky; clouds absorb them like sponges. I look at the horizon wondering what was out there, wandering far beyond that edge where the sun was now resting. The sand beneath my feet glitters softly in the fading light, reminding me of the sparkle in your blue eyes. “maybe that is why I come here”, I think to myself; the dim sparkle brings memories out from under the dust I purposely created to mask the pain of your sudden departure from this earth. Twilight follows, the horizon is no longer present and the sky is darkened allowing the first stars to shine down on me. Each star appears separately, like someone lighting candles behind a dark veil. The breeze blows a little stronger; goosebumps appear on my skin you once touched. A tear slowly runs down my face, I am alone without any sense of why each day goes by and then begins again, trapped in an endless cycle, as for myself, this cycle does not exist for I am trapped in a bubble of suffering for love was severed, like a knife cutting through skin. Regardless of a new day it will always be night for my soul has been lost to the ocean; silent and alone.
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