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Sand Canvas

Delila Bevan Zavadsky

The sea foam exhales 

A fine mist across the horizon

The sand is lit up in hues of 

Balmy blues and pearly pinks

Froth spills onto the shore

like the rim of an oyster

You walk slightly in front of me 

Your voice carried on the wind 

I watch as water rushes forward 

To steal your footsteps 

By night the tide will erase 

Any traces of the day washing 

Free embedded sorrows and frets

And offering up a blank canvas for us 

To love and dream upon 

With the rising sun

Photo by Isobel Owers

WORDS: DELILA BEVAN ZAVADSKY
PHOTOGRAPHY: ISOBEL OWERS
CREATIVE DIRECTORS: CONSTANCE ALLAN & SARAH RAMANTANIS