Nicole Vacherot|

Poet

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Tide: A Ghazal
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Atlantic blue, smacks frothy
kisses upon the sand
Grit of sea-salt amidst toes;
I sit upon the sand
Briny wind curling softly
around the coastal land
Tangle of tresses dry the tears
that fall upon the sand
Memories that have bathed
along the vanishing strand
Set desires to kneel
lonely upon the sand
Cry of gulls in arc
over the infinity band
Sound in tandem with my whispered
prayers upon the sand
Sea-spray stings in rising,
but feet are willing to stand
Stepping with a victorious imprint
upon the sand

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