In spite of your deep dark eyes and your other charms,
I fear I won’t be spending anymore time in your arms.
Wind and rain and reckless tides have scarred our ocean’s shore,
shifting channel stones, a dead sea denizen and more
to bar our access to that place where once we calmly drifted.
Our sea of love’s grown stormy and the sands of love have shifted.
If you had just honored that pledge you once recited,
perhaps this shipwreck of our love might somehow have been righted.
But, alas, the time is past that we can sail together.
I’ll cast my lines to mooring places safer in their tether.
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 621 the prompt words are: rainy channel stone ocean bar scar shift drift honor dark eyes charms. Photo by Eileen Flynn on Unsplash.

Very nice job of a deep subject 👌
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Ooh. Just got my own pun, there. I’m VERY sorry! 🤣
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Never apologize for a pun!!!!
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REALLY???? Oh, don’t even tell me that ~ I’ll run completely amok!!!!
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That’s okay. We like you amok.
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Oh, NOW you’re in for it 🤣
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Thanks, Ana
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Wow. Yep. That was “Goodbye, Good X.”
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It’s a rem͏inder of the ever-chang͏ing nature of relat͏ionsh͏ips, where even the deepest charms and pledges can’t always protect us from the storms of l͏ife. The metaphor of a sh͏ipwreck beaut͏ifully captures the sense of loss and the real͏izat͏ion that somet͏imes, we must cast our l͏ines towards safer shores for our own well-be͏ing. 👍👌😊
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Absolutely. You got it!!!
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Oh this is so well written Judy. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
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