i Cry for the dreams that linger in the drains of dawn and under the Shadows of sorrow. it is a sofr seal which is irremovable. i cry as the sun bores through my dreams. It is, false what he said. the last morning the sand through wich we walked each to the last salute. You said good bye turned what was into nevermore. Siesta Key is my last lose. i cry for the last days before it mattered… You left me Oh God to sift through the sands of Nevermore. Caroline Shank November 7, 2025