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East of Lyme

by fender1961

Take me to that place again, where we walked until the moment when, we stopped and rested by the sea a private place, held just by you and me In that place you built a tower of stone and left it standing as though alone A beacon that showed the way to be the marker of that special day Later we stood beneath the lighted trees on a path laid out to please We held each other in our arms And viewed the bay and all its charms In that place, that night It felt that everything was right and under those Dorset stars it felt as one as though a great story had begun In later days I thought back to that time on virgin sands East of Lyme and as we walked along that beach I felt that all the world was in my reach Now I wonder, was it just a dream that I created as though to seem a world I wanted, a world I looked to find, as if some imagined state of mind
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62 / M / Guildford, Surrey UK
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fender1961
62 / M / Guildford, Surrey UK
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Sep 19, 2022
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