Sounds were coming from the Sea,
As the tide
races across the sands –
The midday sun was beating down,
And we
walked holding hands.
But the day raced on by . . .
As light
dances from the moon –
She lays her head on my shoulder,
As the gentle
winds sang a tune.
Something about the crashing waves
It’s like a
natural high –
Listening to children laugh and play,
Such joy makes
one want to cry.
All those days we spent by the Sea –
Are precious memories of her and me!
Epaphroditus© January 11, 2024
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