I remember the sand between my toes / remember the first light invading the beach / remember the cold salty water / licking at my ankles, fingertips touching / remember your lips on mine / funny how seeing you – maybe – the last time / makes those first times so preciously vivid / treasured, under my veins, not zombified…
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One of those wonderful, short poems that always leaves me wanting more, intrigued with the mystery.
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I remember the sand between my toes / remember the first light invading the beach / remember the cold salty water / licking at my ankles, fingertips touching / remember your lips on mine / funny how seeing you – maybe – the last time / makes those first times so preciously vivid / treasured, under my veins, not zombified…
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Beautiful, thanks for that 🙂
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It’s so true…we always let our present slip through our fingers while borrowing time for future..😃
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I love poems like this because everyone can make personal connections, no matter who they are.
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This is brilliant!
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I emailed this to myself as a protocol for my life!
Tamara
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