Sea breaks gently
on rocks, stones and weed,
while voices echo in
sound chambers on
ocean’s edge.
Each step calls
“pick up and leave
the mollycoddled nest
and seek the life within
the spray of the salty winds”.
Is irresponsibility found sealed
in staying or in following the heart…..?
I may never know and nor may you,
unless we do it…..
It is after all,
the same moon above,
either way…….

Yorkshire, East Riding

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