Beneath the silvery moon sky
She kisses all her cares goodbye
Barefoot and free
She races down to the sea
In the soft glow of the night
She dances in pure delight
Her emotions are heightened
Yet she is not frightened
The breezy ocean air
Runs fingers through her hair
The cool salty mist
Gives a soft gentle kiss
She embraces the touch
From this place she loves so much
She is pleased by her endeavor
But knows she cannot stay forever
Her heart is heavy and torn
Creases of it now aged and worn
She reaches down underneath the sand
Capturing the tiny pieces in the palm of her hand
Gently blowing the colored crystals away
She promises to come back another day
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Her Writing Haven 
I miss the ocean beaches…
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Me too…. every time I go back, I never want to leave.
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Everyone should have a secret place where they are able to be free. Loved this.
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So true… thank you. 🙂
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Beautiful memories, and lease come back another day.
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I’ve always loved the ocean. It’s the one place on earth that feels like home to me.
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Michelle the Mermaid 😆
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Lol…. I’d love to be. 🧜🏻♀️
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Excellent, unforced, rhyme
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Thanks Derrick, how’s the recovery going?
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Slowly – but that is apparently normal 🙂 Thanks for asking
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Ahh… I see, I bet you’re anxious then to be back to feeling like your old self. Well wishes to you Derrick… 💐
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🙂 X
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Splendid words of poetry.
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Thank you… 🙂
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Welcome
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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