Footsteps leading down pathways
of memories, the echoes softly
whisper through my mind.
soft ocean flowers spilling through
leaving a carpet of petals
on the shocked sand,
beside me the moving water
sounds like it is calling his name
as I wait endlessly for his hand
to slip into mine and kisses
in the salted Summer rain.
— Violet Tudor
Agnes Thor Photography
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