From the Heart

The Beach.
Walking along a deserted beach,
Brings it all back to me……
Yesterday’s storm is now just a memory,
The dark skies have cleared,
The angry ocean now calm and still,
The air so fresh and crisp,
But on the beach there lies a mess,
Pieces of life strewn everywhere,
Some mangled, some broken,
Some shattered…...
Over time the beach will rejuvenate,
Some things will be rebuilt,
But some things are destroyed forever,
The beach will never be the same again.
Why did you leave?
Why did it all end?
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