the old house
boarded up
barnacles with ice plant
where once graced
her grandmother’s lace
handmade candles
the old port bottle
a work of art
face pressed
the dirty window
while the sand shifts
footprints long ago
the constant roar
once comforting
now a siren echo
crying you home.
I love “what once”, beautiful! beijo!
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