A.M. Ream Poetry · August Writing Challenges · Poetry

Past and Present

present

They need no music as they stroll along
the wet sand along the edge of the water.
Hidden amidst the roar of waves is a secret song
of lovers past, cheering on souls who hear their cries.

(Photo: Marc Weisberg)

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