Between ebb and flow

We meet on the shore where our minds mingle with the falling tide,
Fragments of our past blow by, in painful grains of sand,
Leaving salt that tastes like dried up tears,
Shells speak to our ears softly
Of what has been.
Of what has been
The waves whisper, then grumble
And we walk away from each other again
Because the water is getting too high for our feet.
We should have worn boots. I know you don’t own such.


Comments on: "Between ebb and flow" (8)

  1. Another gem Ina. By the way I am thoroughly enjoying your book ‘Roads’. I simply love it. Love and hugs ❤️ Xxx

  2. Very lovely, the shape of this one especially, and how the middle comes together in that refrain and then moves away again.

  3. beechdey said:

    Reblogged this on Beechdey’s Weblog.

  4. Beautiful, Ina. ❤ xxx

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