Perhaps she believes

perhaps she was sad, but now in her loneliness,
she found the waves kissing her feet
with the peace, she had yearned from the world within.
But as she walks on the beach,
idle she steps and calmly she breathes
with each step forward, she moves in zest
erasing her past, as the waves cleanse them
perhaps now she believes…

I write about life, and the hope it bears in a poetic context. 💖🕊️

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