And on the Souls. Poetry.

The silver fishes dance

and waves break

and pelicans wheel

turning into wing-driven darts that

dive beneath foamy crests.

A gull’s complaint.

And sand that is warm on

the soles.

And on the Souls.

Air heavy

salt-laden taste.

Children’s footprints and mother’s laughter

with father’s smiles.

And the surf meets

with gentle whispering breaths.

And the silver fishes dance.

 

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