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Nov 2011
Closer it is coming,
Crashing fills my ears
Alas, it is here
My toes are grazed by water
Pink and orange steal my sight
My hair is taken in the wind,
It is brisk to my core,
A hand on my shoulder,
Another on my leg,
I am taken over.
My foot sweeps the shore
Lifted into the air
Arabesque, achieved.
The wind knocks the stress away
And blows happiness my way
I turn to see who is there,
Nothing,
I call out to them,
Nothing.
Darkness steals from me the pink and orange,
Only for me to see one glinting star,
Suddenly, I know,
It was my Liam,
And he loved me so
Written by
Julie S
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