Qiaoen on the beach

she stands
at water’s edge
gentle waves
lap her feet
there is no breeze
to disturb
her long hair
which hangs straight
down to her waist
islands dot
the horizon
no boat
or other person
in sight
she gazes back
those eyes a question
on her solemn face
there she is
Qiaoen on the beach

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