As Is The Shore Unto The Sea
Those three whispered words
Etched into the soul
At the whim of the wind
Like lightning in the mist
Or falling ribbons of silk
At play with light and shadow
Tracks in the snow
Or spring blossoms
Lazily drifting on the breeze
I offer up my heart
And know in time it shall reveal
That you my love are to me
As is the shore unto the sea
© Ann Bagnall 2014
The picture and the prose… both pristine!
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Thanks! 🙂
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