Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Why I Wish I Could Write Like Dana

Throw My Seashells Back
By Dana Schechter

Throw my seashells back into the sea
Cool the sting of memory
Sift the silt from my ancient dreams
Toss my pebbles back into the streams
The past within me has danced its dance
Now's the time for Now's romance

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