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Shore Walk
Fog weighs anchor in the harbour,
shroud covering it’s imperfections,
hauntingly distant a bell buoy tolls,
to and fro on ocean’s gentle swell,
outbound ship, fog horn belches,
stirring offended sea birds to flight,
flotsam and jetsam tell a story,
only Neptune knows the ending,
soul feeling the smell of salt brine,
lost heart yearns, he knows not why,
song lines adrift in a sailor’s mind,
facing again, into the Southwest breeze,
resigned, he leaves yesterday behind…
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Myrna
peace and love, Carole~
Hugs,
Anna
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Sheila
Cheers,
Dan
hard to leave for they are like being in the present.
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Always,
Deborah
ahoy,
Chrissie
Blessings,
Christine