We walk the tide line
barefoot on the morning sand,
your steps close by mine.
Later, I return alone
but no trace of us remains.
Ryan Stone
Hourglass
too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
We walk the tide line
barefoot on the morning sand,
your steps close by mine.
Later, I return alone
but no trace of us remains.
Ryan Stone
days of stone 
Makes me want to keep reading this again and again.
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Too kind 🙂
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How short-lived, those moments we want to last forever are, and, there’s, no, holding on, to something that’s, already, dead, and, gone…
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Lovely 🙂
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everything is temporary, for good and bad
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The way of things. Thanks, Beth
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The tides come and go
Footprints in the sand
Slip away with the undertow
Dreams fade in a cloud of mist and snow
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Gosh that’s sad and beautiful!!
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Hey there, Rajani. Thank you for reading and leaving a message 🙂
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Nice one, Ivor. Thanks! Happy to be inspiration for such a lovely poem 🙂
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Beautiful and poignant Ryan.
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So nice of you. Thanks, Holly
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You’re very welcome!
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So lovely, Ryan! Inspires us to be mindful. Some beautiful moments are fleeting! ❤
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Such lovely feedback to receive. Thank you, Cheryl. Very kind 🙂
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