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Those Unforgettable Moments Bodhisattwa Parekh The sand, still cool from the retreating tide, Holding the impression of a bare foot. Sunlight spills gold across the vast blue sheet. A silence broken only by the rhythmic hush of waves arriving. You sit beside me, not speaking, Just the warmth of your shoulder, a quiet anchor. A single seashell, perfectly spiral, rests between our hands. A pale pink gift. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |