A Barefoot Stroll

Between the waves, silence drowns,
before the crash wakes my dreams.

The promenade breathes deep, and
exhales memories of the night,

when I strolled barefoot, as a hand
caressed my fingers like the stars.

How the skies shivered with a rumble
from the distances of the docks.

How each moment was captured
and released by a restless sea.

How the world shook and spun
around the gentle steps we took.

How nothing, everything, nothing
mattered between the waves.

The promenade breathes deep, and
exhales memories of the night.

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