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Poetic T May 2017
And the sand of many shores
were caressed to shimmering glass
reflective of there yearning.

As waves fragmented upon it perceiving,
reflecting what would repeat
like a whisper upon every moment.

Over time shores became broken
shards of time. Eloping upon them
grains were once again finite moments.

— The End —