No Doubt

A fresh gust of reality
Bites hard against
The skin

Sea spray sand blasts
Smooth stones against
The rocks

Shells hollow and warm
Release life amidst
The storm

Taken by wind or strike
Lofty feathers fly in
The heat

Still ruffled by strife
Tending precious ones
The heart

Decades dedicated two
So few remained
The start

Every time is new again
With you
Maria Island, Tasmania

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