By Calypso
Date: 7 June 2000
echo
your words rise from subterranean depths
twine themselves, garlands in my hair
we lie in white sand, reflecting light
our hallowed ground, wrapped in reverent footsteps
we look out at the expanse, shading each other's eyes
remnants of seaweed wash up, the reminders of change
my hand finds the echo of a perfect oval pebble
shaped by the sea, warm and lingering
like your parting kiss
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