With sandy feet, I walk alone
across this moonlit beach.
For years I’ve trailed past every grain,
yet none have yielded love.

With weary eyes, I search the sand
for pebbles yet unturned.
There seem so many up ahead,
yet all have felt my touch.

With icy hands, I reach for them
and hold them to my heart.
But every stone that’s felt its warmth
has fallen from my grasp.

With salty lips, I cry out loud
and swear I’ll never drop them.
I’ll never loosen grip nor love,
yet still they all escape me.

With sandy feet, with weary eyes,
with icy hands, with salty lips,
with hopelessness, I search this beach
for pebbles yet unturned.


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