The Sea washes over me
I am lost in yearning
For a time, tide and place
A space of belonging
That once I called home.
Far away dreams
Distant foreshores
Mellow memories of love
As the spirits guide me
On my long journey home.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for the Tuesday platform at imaginary garden with real toads.
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This is so poignant… the longing here is palpable.. Beautifully expressed.
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There is no better place to be with your longing than at the shore
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Home, it is bittersweet yearning for me.
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love your words…
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Thank youXXX
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