fading

waiting, waiting, for
the storm to pass while
gatherings form, disappear
the changing form with
movement from one place
to the next, searching the
silence for answers, only
known within, forms the
lyrics that fill pages with
passion dripping each word
heavy your heart continues
the empty beaches’ stroll
tiny shells and coral pockets
remnants of that time
before the fading began,

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