Home Now we walk the bone-crunching beach The wind, the sunset, the turn to face away The ships at moor in the bay The recent storm, the sandpipers at play And our toadstool collapsing the brows of them horseshoe crabs Compártelo:ShareClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related