Softly the whisper of the summer wind caresses my face.
The fresh grass glistens in the evening sun.
Crackling and popping, seaweed lay on the empty shore.
Scattered memories amongst the debris and clutter.
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Kim, the imagery in this poem makes it come alive and you feel that you are standing on that shore you so carefully described. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. Hugs David