She counts her shells
her feet sand ribbed
her toes ricely white
her hair windy vagabond
her eyes low tide sea.
She gives me back my years.
Through tears
I count eternity.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
She counts her shells
her feet sand ribbed
her toes ricely white
her hair windy vagabond
her eyes low tide sea.
She gives me back my years.
Through tears
I count eternity.
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