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Night Beach

Image by kcolwell via Flickr

Cold at the shore,
The price of clarity —
Every star a brilliant beacon.
So many, so clear;
Seeing constellations I’d never seen before,
Not recognizing the familiar ones.
The ocean’s murmur before me,
You shivering at my side.
Before it slips away
Try to etch each moment in memory.
Your kiss is warm and sweet
On a night too cold for kissing.


~ by lorakceel on November 19, 2010.

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