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[Little Gal]

Face in the sun
Holding whispers in between
Clutched
So still
Like music in the making
All sounds come together
And die in the being
Waves lay unwilling
Breathing and believing
As if the skies unwinding
Reach the heavens above
Prayers drown in tears
Unable to love.
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[hillwalker]

A pleasant, delicate poem about a special moment.

You might consider changing 'lay' in line 8 to 'lie' so the piece remains consistently in the present tense.

H