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Chasing Waves
Chasing memories is like chasing waves
Before the tide turns with the moon's smirk
Jealously washing them away
Chances, vast and empty as the sea,
slip through my hands like grains of sand
Faltering footprints washed away
Tasting the waves, salty-sweet
Fleeting, final, forgettable
Hello, goodbye; hello, goodbye
A baptism of peace
The sea kisses my feet
in the sanctifying sunlight of a new day.
© Emily Oldham August 2011
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Emily Oldham
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