Along the deserted
length of sandy shore,
bird crys are
born, on the winds of morn...
grey sky, grey
surf, grey shore, grey me
Tiny treasures,
half buried in the sands of time,
washed clean,
to become forever, all mine...
white clouds,
white shells, white caps, white me
Longings like
the waves, crashing endlessly ashore,
are timely and
true, like for me and for you...
blue dawn, blue
sea, blue eyes, blue me
Mists softly
rising, covering, sightlessly obscuring,
slowly to burn
away, with crystal sight of your return...
jaded sun, jaded
waves, jaded sand, jaded me
Jadie
Rose
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Jadie Rose
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