Wind brushes over the sea and
Wraps her arms around me.
She breathes gently in my ear
And tell me what i want to hear.
She rests her head on my hands
As we sit forever on the sand.
I try to see her face,
But she covers it with grace.
For eternities we stare off to sea
And I ask her what we might be.
She turns her face away
And just as night would turn to day,
She whispered to me
“I can never be free”
And with concern in my voice,
For she left me no choice,
All I can say is
“Why?”
She didn’t cry
But gently, one last time, she touched my hair
And left me grasping at thin air.
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