Monday, January 6, 2025

She Wore a Ring on Her Thumb

 





The sea was lifted

By distant waves

Remembering the shores

From where they left 

 

And the wind carried

Old promises

 

Mossy rocks were inviting

For bare feet to play

With other bare feet

In await for low tide

 

And the wind carried

Old voices

 

  

January 6, 2025

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2025


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