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Sifting through Time |
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October 13, 2002 |
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Sifting through moments of time |
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Like sand upon an ocean's shore of dreams |
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I find my treasures |
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Washed up on the beach |
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Flotsam of the changing tides |
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Of fortune's realization of |
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What life came to be |
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Remnants of the life once lived |
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Drying in the sun |
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I walk |
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The sun-warmed sand |
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Beneath my feet |
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Trickling through toes |
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Splayed to grasp balance |
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Upon that shifting strand |
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I find |
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Fragile glass baubles from ships |
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Shared with others in another time |
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Knarled driftwood polished |
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By the dreams pursued |
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Stranded sand dollars bleaching |
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To white memories |
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Along with starfish stiffened |
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By the sun |
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Sculptures of what once was |
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Beautiful even in their stillness |
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I walk on |
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There are shells |
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Cast off remnants |
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No longer attached to life |
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Some with changing rainbow hues |
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Others with sharp edges still able |
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To cut and wound |
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Carefully gathered |
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Now only beauty |
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Vacant of the pain of past learning |
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Through the wounding |
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That once was |
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The waves roll in |
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Sand pulled out beneath my feet |
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By tendrils of water creeping in |
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To steal the shore |
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The sands move out to find their way |
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Once more into |
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That ocean of dreams |
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The lightness left behind their passing |
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Bubbles up within |
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Dropping my treasures |
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Beyond the tideline |
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I run laughing |
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Into the beckoning waves |
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