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nostelgia in skillful narration

a beautiful poem with sad images ended by a hope that the days heal the wounds.well said

This poem has a soothing effect sandra.. I like that feeling... Not every one can do it through a poem.. In most ways this is a very moving write too.. And did you wrote this one from personal xp Sandra? .... if that is so, this poem goes on to prove that great poems come when written from heart.. this is beautiful.. with lots of love shan

In the memories, and on the sea shore, here is something streight from the heart.10

The seashore is the perfect place to stop, pause, and take stock of our lives. There is nothing more relaxing than the sound of the gulls and the waves and perhaps children playing in the sand. A wonderful poem, Sandra. Loved it! '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn

I am sure that, that time will return when you are no longer alone on a sea shore.

This sea covers three forth of this world space The shore, the bank is that place, a face Which gets its reflection of the past, present and future in a lace It depends whether the reflection is seen at high tide or ebb or in solace Time is a healer, time is a lesson, time is a phrase. A frank sumission of life and its prime lesson Worlds flow like Incessant drops of rain At the end makes a pool of wisdom thought. Good one. enjoyed this read. Thank you.

Beautiful piece Sandra...thank you for sharing your memories with us in this wonderfully expressed poem.....you have captured our hearts 10++ for sure

a seashore that is a witness to all your joys and sorrows.a touching write.

Sandra, this is an exquiste piece of writing. seashore has a store of memories, some sad, but some happy you narrate a story of your life some joys, some strife with equanimity with no self pity life goes on, no point to mourn... sea shore beckons again time does heal the pain. love Mamta

wow Sandra, really a beautiful piece it made me nostalgic too and i remembered my school days spent on the beaches with grandpa in tow yours is a poem of peace versus turmoil within but ofcourse peace has conquered and yes let it remain there for you dear lots of love and surely A++++ and 10++ for the lovely composition anjali

wonderful memories.. very refreshing.. the picture is so vivid... you have successfully described and it appears as beautiful as you wanted it to be.. great imagery... 10+++ lovelots, Maia

Sadness recollected in tranquillity. A nostalgic piece more than worthy of a ten. Thank you for sharing your art.10/10 Love, Sandra

Better.......its better i mean to write rather than selling sea-shells on it... 10 indian bucks for your sea-shelling.......lol..

Beautiful. Sandra i just love how your poetry is always so vivid. Your memories take us back with you. I can see each word in my mind as i read along. Thank you so much for sharing your talent. :)

Sandra, one of the good things of getting older is other things become important and our past aches soften and slowly disappear. I like to walk along the shoreline of life too, the drifting tides make up a life and the pebbles lie so softly in the sand. I thought your poem was very very beautiful. Warm regards Bob

The unusual colored shells you picked up in your adolescence would have talked a lot with you in your later life Sandra...see how life gets mellowed down this easily! good write...sober reflections...thanks...10

lovely poem sandra...just like the waves you bring forth a lot of lashing memories...nature truly consoles...lovely write....10

Lovely piece once again.How i love to read free verse, too.It just flow gently from the heart. We have this saying in the bible..to everything turn, turn turn.there is a season turn, turn, turn..a time to heal...now, this seashore was the best place for you to be healed..alone.And i know you are very happy and at peace with yourself.. You did a great job.Love this. Hugs, Meggie

Beautifully written Sandra. You have found your inspiration in the sea with a tide of ebbing and flowing with the life events you have experienced. I love 'I can sit in peace, reminisce about the past, enjoy the cool breeze and the rhythm of the waves lashing the shore alone (and alone standing by itself) works so well. love Karin