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Monday, March 3, 2014

**The Shores**


Innumerable shores meet
At a cape where all the oceans rest 
Where all the conchs
Exchange their honks 
Where all the sea shells 
Share their sheen

And the sands
Whisper off their romance 
And let the sun shine 
To lit up the evenings 
And the moon seeps in to the water
To burn it quiet and cool

At last the shores depart 
Leaving behind the trails of scorching love 
Filled in the scratches of nails

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