Poetry

Adrift

Waves crash ashore,
my feet anchored within sand.
A turtle crawls to freedom,
the ring slips from my finger
dancing before it’s swept out.
Hands tremble, the sun sets,
Your voice just a whisper in the wind.

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One thought on “Adrift

  1. Beautiful words; I once held a baby turtle in the palm of my hand many years ago in Mexico before releasing it into the ocean, your poem has a fairy-tale aura to it that makes one want to read more!

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