Echoes Wash 16-200Z
Waiting for their
return,
Cut adrift from
connection.
Somber light of
moon,
As echoes of waves
wash memories.
What once was,
Lost.
Who once was,
Undefined.
Salt air cuts,
Into rawness of
untouched.
Long forgotten,
Yet remembered.
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-200Z)
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