She Walks Along the Sand Alone
"Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty"
Shakespeare
Blue ebb retreat on twilight eve
hath not ye dream set free
where imprints wander
of hopes still held
in wait of coming day
Thou wander vast
as tide comes home
new sunlight of fair day
in thought, a glance
to grasp one dream
a memory of yesterday
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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