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The Memory By The Sea.

Lowestoft sea front

On bicycle they raced towards the sea,
Such a rare day, a blue fair day.
His hair was as swept as the waves was hers.
The ocean stirred her whole World,
And whipped up her thoughts in the air.
For he was her World and she loved him.
 
Road was narrow and bikes so close
On this rare day, a blue fair day.
That metal nearly crashed against metal,
Like waves against rock.
But they laughed, sped away and rode on.
Such a lovely World and she so loved Him.
 
They arrived on the shore line,
For this rare day, a blue Fair day.
She could hear the music in the sea,
He clutched the bottle, like the voice of the breeze,
Such treasure lay within,
From this lovely World. Oh how she loved him.
 
They tossed the bottle into together.
On this rare day, such a blue Fair day. 
The four treasures was theirs to hold,
Remember and then let go for the sea to unfold.
Such a memory to have, to cherish and to own.
From this day, oh how she loved him.
 
 
So the memory lives on by the sea,
On such a rare day, a blue fair day,
Thoughts linger down the years,
Like foot prints upon the cliff, like tyre marks on the sand.
As they rode off together but not hand in hand.
For he was her World and she loved him.
But unbeknown then, sadly he did not love her in return.

@onethoughtfulwoman February 2013

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Committed to the education of children and the health and human rights of women and mankind. I also enjoy taking photographs and sometimes I write poetry.

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