He was a turtle on the ocean run
When we first met. A slow moving walking
Armory filled with stories about
The good old days, until you wander
Into the waves and he glides away
Leaving his shadow on the sand as
Your gift to remember.
The picture of the turtle in this writing challenge is taken nose first. I included the link above so that you could visit it.
Ann WJ White 
Love this one as it reminds me of someone now gone.
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I absolutely love this poem! 🙂
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