Sonnet of Shoreline
How many times have I been on this beach?
Expert etching sandy surface belies
Your skin on mine, ever closer in reach
Cleans times without hellos and with goodbyes
I know each of these places has its place
Memory joy, tool, and trauma combined
These shores are where we set aside the race
A future glimpse of victory most kind
Dream, story, song each crafted cobblestone
Imagination, lies, they might be called
From the outset set, the end to postpone
Littered with prints for we've danced and we've crawled
For now we just lay 'neath sun and by tide
By my count heaven, with you by my side
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