A whispered moan among the jetty rocks
Cool sand is thrown against their hair in knots
Whipped lightly from the coming storm this night
Together huddled facing and held tight
Wishing the minutes kinder but won't last
Each has forever given up their past
Leaving behind their lives upon this shore
And start renewed again for want of more
Monday, August 25, 2008
for want of more
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