It is dark by the sea
and the air smells salty
as only the beach can.
You know instantly when
you're there... your nose can tell
the seaweed scatters the sand
and mussel shells cling
to the rocks... all barnacled
and as you walk the crunch
of shells beneath your feet
is about the only sound you hear
besides the lapping of the tide
sometimes it roars... and
the whitecaps spill over
each other... kissing the shore
and I sit quiet and recollect
our time spent here.. once more
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