Woven Worlds
Everyone has someone they can't forget. As children she left a part of herself, or something I made from a memory of her, inside of me - in my heart, my mind, and my soul.
Winds bear salt, gull's cries
We gaze on the vast ocean
A near boundless space
Fifty wistful years apart
Vanishing in sparkling eyes
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2024
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