He held my hand.
We walked along.
The seashore with the drowning pebbles and pearls discarded.
With the cockles and winkles.
Razor shells.
Our skin wrinkled by the biting breeze.
With noses that run as they're seeking the sun.
As does rise in the morn.
Tumbles at twilight.
Wandering weeds.
Seat by the sea.
Hands no longer clasped tight together.
Through all kinds of weather.
He's loving the sea and he's so loving me.
Together we kick rebellious pebbles.
As homeward be bound.
A shell full of sea carried home in my tears.
Memorial of moments.
Sea held my dear.
Trapped in a seashell held close to my ear.
(c)LIVVI