As lengthening shadows across the vista reach,
A susurration heard along a lonely beach.
A protest to invasion by the sensuous sea.
Wet fingers, dressed in lace, creep out to me.
Bare toes that dare to walk upon wet sand,
Leave marks to be washed by tides from land
So, no evidence of my existence on this plane.
Go back the tiny pebbles cry again.
Irene C S ClarkHogg
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