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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Some memories of silver sands, have faded like old photographs. But waves rush in to ponder on, incoming tides of happiness. Our shadows left upon the ground, are looking for a sea-shell found, and kites sail high upon the wind, to take us back, just once again We'd dig the sand, to paradise, to build a castle to the sky and filled our childhood fantasy with knights, and queens, and gallentry... Our hearts, carefree, as we were one, with earth and sky, with wind and sun Lone barefoot walks, along a beach, were followed by our impressed feet ~ The rugged coves, the misty air, the windswept trees, each mystery... can sweep me back, in time, and then, I see it still, so very clear,... where sky and ocean meet again Restless eucalyptus leaves, that scatter in the ruthless wind can bring to me a childhood shore, A place I left my heart and more Gulls that circle, high above Reminding me of days so loved Where castles made of sand were found Until the waves came crashing down Today I climb the winding path That lingers yet, in aftermath I'm dazzled by this new day's glare, reflected from those other years This place I knew when summer came Now warms my heart from winter's game Where blooming lilacs danced a tune And summer's end would come too soon
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