Friday, 9 July 2021

SHORELINE

 

We walk together hand in hand

As we stroll across wet sand

The sun sets, as the day grows old

Turning silver seas to shining gold

We continue our walk in twilight

As the moon illuminates the night

And the stars adorn the heavens

The sea breeze soon then freshens

Surf moves higher up the shore

We head back to home once more

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