There’s a whisper in the crystal white sand,
as it sifts through the palms of the hand.
A starfish light glowed in the dark of night,
will cast the moon beam, in the ray of light.
Cry’s of white caps, as they clapped forward,
a sunset makes a perfect landing, downward.
A moment, sets a spell of peace, beyond the sea,
in a wonderful sight, once in a lifetime to see.
(c)Johanna Fields
Gods Lamb of the Fields
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