A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Once upon a time

by the sea

where the water

kisses the sand

I held a perfect

salt-bleached shell

to my ear.

The voice I heard

from within

was yours.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Photography by Mira Nedyalkova

Not a brand new post. But when I listen again perhaps the voice I hear will be yours.

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