The sun is slow and cautious. Sitting, letting.
Her head rests upon his shoulder. Shadows, ripples.
The tide comes to their feet. Clouds, dapples.
Her soul waits for love. Lightly, setting.

Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Sunday, June 15, 2014

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