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POETRY: The Beach by Danny P. Barbare  

Posted by Scott Wilson


 
So many questions in the salty

Mist, whether love was love or

Just a wish, I sat under the

Umbrella, you strolled the beach

Oh how the sun did shine that

Day, somewhere in time we did

Not agree, as the tide came and

Went, I imagined too you

Did dream, but way led to

Way, if we were meant to be

That arcade window would

Not have lit your face, and I

Would have stumbled into you

Where castles are made and

Glimmers of light make rings.

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