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It is an afternoon
Walk by the
Beach

An orange sunset
Follows me
Like
I am closely
Guarded for some
Unknown
Danger

I walk alone
The sea foams
surging

from
Time to time
Touch my
heels and toes

An alternate
Of sand
Foam
And sea
And sunset
Rinsing
My footsteps

I am looking
For some
Shells of
My past

On a sunset shore
Retracing
It to
The mouth
Of the river
At the
Other end

River
Meets
Sea as
I closely watch

The sunset closely guarding.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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