Silence, and the aftermath
Whispering, the scent of the unknown.
Peace of summer, slowing down.
Lost redeemed within the found.
It mattered for a little
Grain of sand within the sandy miles.
The tide moves in.
A whirl and spin.
Silence echoes out and
Dreaming in the endless sea again...
? Michaelette ?
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