where the Sand, meets the Foam

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     a deep and beautiful sadness . . .

(  this Tide,  of Remember  )

 

 

there are Moments,  when and until,  if not for these Tears,

then My Heart would surely burst,  from trying to hold

      back all the Waves,  in a Sea of Might Have Been . . .

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