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By Liz Date: 2004 Nov 08 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.08.18.21.21732]] |
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In the summer a placid seascape sparkling sun on water, little ripples licking rock, light foamy waves rushing forth in joy to tickle our toes I wore our love like a golden tan I glowed in the light of your sun. Time turned toward autumn I felt cold and distant from our hot July beach I startled to feel the water become icy and grab at my ankles a grip that chilled me to the bone long after I jumped back. The beach grew colder still a shrivelled sun more white then golden bore down and the moon ripped her merciless weight on the water crashing waves that rocked the snowdusted beach; there is still room in winter for love and laughter here but just try to splash in water that freezes more than your feet. Winter here is long, Kev, but if you hang in there summer will come round again. |