i.
tide rolls
smooth pebbles
into disappearing
trails on beach sand
ii.
for an instant,
I touch a firefly,
burn its green glow
into my lining
and remember
passion
iii.
little
love
notes
and
rose
petals
iv.
how fully
I recall your voice
murmuring whispered
"I love you’s"
amid the echo of gull cry
Pamela A. Lamppa
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