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My feet were strewn with kelp on the seashore.
I watched and waited for you to come home.The sun red rose and set in silver stone.
The setting was only what brought out more
garnet gem aspects of your secret store.
Somewhat like a girl with a new salt moan;
she has disappeared from view 'neath pine cones,
beneath the piles of bleached-pale apple cores.
Her face was decisive, she was not dew;
perhaps she would be happy elsewhere.
She was the jewel in the Jeweller's crown;
you worked long hours for this one ewe.
As lonely ones admit their seaward cares,
some did not admit their fear they would drown.
