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I walk along
this lonely beach
dodging seashells
washed ashore
The sand is wet
upon my feet
another day
I must endure
I glance around
the darkened dunes
with wind so cold
against my skin
The tide retreats
I wish I could
I long to feel
your kiss again
A rising sun
atop the waves
I’m sure will paint
a wondrous view
But I don’t care
what I may see
I just wish I was
there with you
Good morning Beautiful. I miss you so much.