by Brianna G. Harte
Your worry need not be strong
For in the sand footprints belong,
The breezes drifting through the air
Carrying away weights on your heart,
Leading you to where I will be.
For the tides brushing across
Soft grains in the sun
Will ensure the sand will speak
Of the places I have gone.
I to never see the wrong
As my feet carry on,
With the warmth between toes
And salt infused in my nose.
May you find me in my trance
Know the beauty that surrounds
The sea opened at the shore
And the simple gestures nature shares.
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