The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
Swirling upon surfaces of sea-sounds,
we moved beyond subtlety,
single pearls of rain caught in chaotic whirlpools,
descending beneath surging tides.
You grasped my hand.
Within our silence,
we flowed into creation -
two separate grains of sand, searching wildly for shore…
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