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On the shore, I tread
Alone through the empty shores, I tread.
The water rushes to my feet, sighing.
Above the skies, the fat moon winks at me.
And in the darkness, I hear the whispers of my mind.
They tell me secrets.
Lovely little secrets.
I catch them but they fall through my grasp.
Like water or tiny grains of sand.
In the end, I forget the little secrets.
And continue to walk on the lonely shore.
© MaryJ0jo
The water rushes to my feet, sighing.
Above the skies, the fat moon winks at me.
And in the darkness, I hear the whispers of my mind.
They tell me secrets.
Lovely little secrets.
I catch them but they fall through my grasp.
Like water or tiny grains of sand.
In the end, I forget the little secrets.
And continue to walk on the lonely shore.
© MaryJ0jo
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