Shelly Beach
These letters to my past
Taken long to send away
Laying here on granite rocks
As ocean scents drift over
Years ago as tides rushed in
When the blue was soft and greener
Formed rivers through the weeds
It's back-then I do discover
The splashing days of sun
Of youth without the cracks
From years of careless trauma
I will write to you today
Mail to me some innocence
Just the smallest part will do
From there I'll plant a seed
A tree of life from it will grow
This gift I will await
Till the patient eye of the soul
Finds these sweetest memories
Floating freely over the ocean
Poetry by Eli
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Written on 2009-04-01 at 10:20
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