Rushing waters to the shore
women looking out to sea
hearing the music of the surf
playing a warm melody
coming softly across the sand
he stands behind her
caressing soft yet boldly enfolds her
time stands still for each
reds and gold surround the pair
Others view the tableau
wanting to be part of loving
yet remain quiet unless they invade
the sun set is lowbirds take their last dive for dinner
the sound of their wings join the water
giving new voice to the sea
taking on a royal air
the birds take wing into the sunthe
couple into the dusk
leaving the receding tide of day
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