A walk on the beach, sand between our toes, the gentle surf lapping at our feet, a soft ocean breeze, a chance to talk, to share memories, hopes and dreams ...
Haiku by Tes
Mine
Crystalline sands sift
Through fingers, minuscule stars
Of times past, now mine
9/11
Smoke, fire, gray ashes
Unending, falls upon a
City, drowned in tears
