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Lost Girl
The cool sand slips between her toes,
As barefoot on the empty beach,
She wanders, in the hope he knows,
That she is there and he can reach
Her, despite quarrels shared of late,
When all was ruined and wrecked; their rich
Seam of delight was lost in hate;
She wondered how to scratch that itch;
To rediscover all she prized,
Whilst walking slowly, watching ships,
On distant trips; but, he's denied
Those once-loved toes, where cool sand slips.
As barefoot on the empty beach,
She wanders, in the hope he knows,
That she is there and he can reach
Her, despite quarrels shared of late,
When all was ruined and wrecked; their rich
Seam of delight was lost in hate;
She wondered how to scratch that itch;
To rediscover all she prized,
Whilst walking slowly, watching ships,
On distant trips; but, he's denied
Those once-loved toes, where cool sand slips.
Published 12th Feb 2015
| Edited 2nd Sep 2017
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