Seashells aglimm’r with moist rainbows
sand clinging tenaciously to their toes . . .
Souls join’d in innocent conspiracy
words of endearment whisper’d awkwardly ~

His limpid, laughing eyes she sees
her hair atangle with salty sea breeze . . .
Shyly accepting his first chaste kiss
could life e’er again be sweet as this? ~

Two hearts warmly beating in perfect time
discovering nature’s magical rhyme . . .
Yet ne’er share again such synchrony
nor sing this same blissful harmony ~

Nor stars again shine quite as bright
nor moonbeams e’er shed such halo’d light . . .
Waves ne’er caress again that silvery shore
SAND CASTLES built there be no more! ~

Touching each poignant souvenir
she brushes away a crystal tear . . .
Only her bittersweet memories remain
for first love can ne’er return again!

Mary Carter Mizrany
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