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Soft waves wash across our feet
and wipe our footprints from the sand.
Board walk provides a deep backbeat
from a sixties tribute band.

We've walked along this beach before
and heard the plaintive sea birds cry
as they patrolled this stretch of shore
wheeling within a clear blue sky.

But now my gait is not as fast.
My love slows down because of me
unlike the times far in the past
when we splashed this east coast sea.

Yet the mist still tastes of salt
just the way it did back then
in memories stored in my mind's vault
of how it tasted on your skin.

And as our evening comes on us
I guess the sea spray makes me blind
I see neither wrinkles nor hair mussed
but that young girl clearly in my mind

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very enjoyable, a well told story. only I think this line, of how it tasted on 'your skin'. should be 'her skin', not your skin


The most powerful reaction
of mind on mind
is transference of sight

You might be correct about that word. I'll read a couple of times both ways then decide. Appreciate your dropping by.......stan

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