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Low Tides Dreaming
Far-off shores, swim blue, in low tides dreaming
in memories of silence, and footprints in the sand,
and the secrets of some wonder-things
as our hands catch, caught in low lights,
of the rising moons and soft winds blown,
dreaming a whisper from heavenward high
in memories of silence, and footprints in the sand,
and the secrets of some wonder-things
as our hands catch, caught in low lights,
of the rising moons and soft winds blown,
dreaming a whisper from heavenward high
Published 17th Jan 2023
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