Pitch black
and quarter to twelve,
we walked on the beach
barefoot on shells.
Stars guided
our path to low tide,
the oncoming waves
slowing our strides.
We stood there together
in the frigid ocean breeze…
pausing to take in
all we couldn’t see.
Anonymously Hal 
The words just flow so beautifully. The images are peaceful, just like the moment you described. Love it 💙💙
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Thank you so much ❤️❤️
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Of course 💛
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Beautiful. Gave me goosebumps. Thank you.
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Thank you!!!!!
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Beautiful poem….quite romantic actually….contrasting….there’s a hint of pain aa well….loving this line….”But we still stood to take in all we couldn’t see.”
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Thank you Navin ❤️ That was my favorite line 🙂 ❤️
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My tide,
my den,
my shell closet,
woven from a life of hiding places…
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❤️❤️❤️ Beautiful
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I Loved to read this poem.
Beautiful.
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Thank you!!
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Love this poem! So serene sounding! ❤
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Thank you!!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!!
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