For you…the sands of time
Sift through my heart
And over me
With grains of destiny.
Accumulated wealth of seashell powder,
Millions of years in the making
Cannot match the ethereal whiteness
Of my love for you.
Bathed in my soul
By the seas of salt spray
I await your arrival
On my beach…
by Cindyanne Kershaw
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