The way the ocean
reprimands the shore
demanding it resist
with all its might
the rushing whispers
of incoming tides
the way it kissed that silver
bow-shaped beach
illuminated by
a fragile moon painting
platinum crescents
platinum crescents
on the sand
was love ever won at such
a desperate cost
or lost without
the shadow of a care
© 2020, by Hannah Six
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