Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Lonely, 1973

On the beach one day,
I saw a figure standing
 and staring over the water.
I approached the figure,
But it disappeared.

I searched all over the beach for it,
It was nowhere to be found.
I sat on the sand and
 felt the cool water at my feet,
The figure had gone,
But not my love.

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