The Beaches of Time

time slips like sand to the ocean
exposing shells on the beach
each etched with the events of life.

one shell, brilliant with color
attracts me to the surf
I hold her to my ear,

hear the rhythmic echoes of her life.
I feel the indentations,
and the pain engraved within them.

I admire the rich colors
of her soul.
the ocean cleanses me.

I will sleep tonight with the beaches of time.

© Harley

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