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Romance Again
A swimming cloud became the mist; our morning peace stirred inner light. Before the sun rose ending night, our honesty lit passion’s flight. We met sea crests as morning kissed a gently rolling shore of gulls, white-wings seeking sea’s tranquil lull as dawn’s light winked on distant hulls. Soft sands of gold, our walks I’d missed. To cradle love at break of day, we once began each day this way, before our golden years turned gray. Now, hands entwined, we reminisce. Our laughter breaks the silent dawn. Fond memories I thought long gone, come flooding back to carry on. I want for nothing more than this - our worlds collide, a second chance. With children grown, a new romance, upon our beach, rekindled dance. A swimming cloud became the mist; we met sea crests as morning kissed soft sands of gold; our walks, I'd missed. Now hands entwined, we reminisce. I want for nothing more than this.
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