The Moon lights the path in the sand
where you walked. Water fills those footprints
like sand filled cups. I could drink from those
sole shaped prints knowing you once
stood and created those indents.
The moon is in your eyes, and I've
fallen for you which is no surprise.
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
The moon is in your eyes. Absolutely beautiful. Well Done!!!
❤️❤️❤️🌹🌹🌹 super beautiful ❤️❤️❤️🌹🌹🌹
This was so wonderfully beautiful. I loved it!
Beautiful...
Memories can be filled with pain or joy, but they are still like the footprints in the sand, fragile and volatile.
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So nice⭐️♦️⭐️