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tears rest on the sand
where words drifted free
and ashes were kissed
by the sun and air
then flew across the
crest of the water
that lapped and licked all
the pain from our wounds
’til our tears ran back
to the sighing sea
leaving the shore’s sand
smooth and white and clean

(Words and images Copyright 2012 by Michael Kallstrom)

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