July 28, 2010

Sir Sewell

The tide recedes, 
but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand. 
The sun goes down, 
but gentle warmth still lingers in the land. 
The music stops, 
and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains. 
For every joy that passes, 
something beautiful remains.

(To Karen, from HBC)

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