Farah Loss
Farah Loss
She Likes to count the Seashells that she finds…
Often she’ll walk alone
Pondering the Very Workings of the day…
Some Gold
Some Silver…
Some Black
Some White…
All were different in their own special way
Sometimes someone would walk by her on her way…
Say hello… Have a Nice day
But their eyes weren’t Light like hers
No…
She’d smile and wave
And turn and toss one of the seashells back into the sea…
1… 2… 3
The Cool Breezes would often come
As her bare feet splashed lightly in the Water…
Unaware of the time
She’d often be down there for hours…
If she was lucky, she’d sit huddled up as the sun went down
The warmth of the sand underneath her…
And a vibrantly colored blanket over her
To Contrast her blond white hair…
Waves come
And Waves Go…
Soon the Stars would fill the Sky
And she was young…
And she’d always be young
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