When we were young and careless, you found me casting speckled stones into the river just to taste its wake. Then you walked with me until the starlight painted us silver. Your strong arms around my waist always pull me from the ocean’s tempestuous surge, lay me on soft sand under stars and full moonlight,Continue reading “Poem: Our Waves”
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