Sand smooths out...
The
scalloped sea behind me
Takes
my part...
Washes
my footprints away...
Wipes
from my sorry feet the press of haste...
And
receding... with its strong forgiveness,
Makes
my next step fresh and clean...
Then
straight away begins again...
The
healing process is eternal
As
long as the sea shall last
And
my broken purple seashells...
Spilling
from my hand... tumble in the
Sweet
caress... of this pale and sanguine sea...
The
love and flow and force of which...
Is
sent... to take away all hurt...
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