Sits beside the waves
Sun turns her skin golden brown
Salt spray wets her hair.
She sighs tenderly
At the warm oceans caress
She spoke, no one heard.
Love comes on her breath
And ebbs with the falling tide
She wants to hold on.
The day passed slowly
Asking way too much of her
To hold on longer.
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nice 🙂 xx
Thanks Ogden. Old memories die hard.