French bread and tides

Hold my hand

on this buttery beach

where star fish and fiddler crabs 

romance  sands,

french bread and tides and moon light 

wait

to beckon

waxing candles,

which ripple over driftwood,

as we skip

here and there 

i am not sure whether or not

our footprints will ever 

wash away

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