Shore Lines

I walk along the shore

–a beautiful desolation—

sands whisper

wind whines

waves shout!

“where are you, my love?”

for you are lost to me

. . .

lonely gulls call,

only tide


About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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