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I track my sleepy footprints down to the salty sea,
with only tide and sand to keep me company.
Now and then a wispy cloud silvers the rising moon,
breaking into filigree, then vanishing too soon.
A moonbeam cracks the tidal swell and draws a slender line,
whispering this story that now I claim as mine.
Huddling on the outskirts of wave and slivered light,
I nonetheless declare my self as part of this calm night.
Sly interloper that I am, still all I hear and see
opens up its arms and seems to welcome me.
For the Sunday Whirl the prompt words are: draw cracks sly sliver sleepy footprints stories moon outskirts wispy sky sea
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
What a lovely poem crafted from these words.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome my friend
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Beautiful poem. 🙂
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Nicely done! Thank you.
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