Soft barren feet
leave dusty tracks
in that once, so familiar place.
an echo resounds.
Head turning melodies in her mind take her back
to the vast ocean covered by a cool palet of brilliant blues and greens.
She plays, feels, floats, in its fairness.
grasping for what is not hers to share
White grape juice
and grilled cheese sandwhiches,
one thousand riches cannot compare.
An infinate, aching in her bones.
Longing
to return.
Her soft blonde hair fades in time,
whimsically, her white sun dress follows.
She searches
and searches for innocence lost
amongst optimism.
His eyes do not hold hers.
A death is evident.
Charades begin. Yet,
Hope lurches as a child to a raft.
Standing on bended knees,
from time to time.
She is free.
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