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A morning in the harbour of two lovers

A MORNING IN THE HARBOUR For two Lovers Two People are making plans; Their hours run by – spent, Moving behind their mirrors, Underneath, plan “B” boils Unknown to both! And! As promising as it seems, Building one-way dreams, While the sand leaks, the glass empties. But the promises grow; Very – slow. Excuses surface quicker than The moving of their dry lips, The stranger can taste; her dreams He cannot see the rough sea, looks over Her narrow shoulder, A fleeting glimpse, She splits herself in four! He has split himself before, Betrayed his wife Cheap at the price; Out of the plate of his choice He picks at the crumbs behind her voice Underneath it falls apart So, many waves, of sea, And good-byes, Stranger sees this from- Her small shoe box of dreams And his head in the shed schemes, Holding hands tied by The seagull’s cries. The day, the shore, cold feet; Selling the crown jewel’s It comes down to this day, Being free of thoughts, priceless; Their embers from the fire within Furiously flying to escape! Into the flames go her dreams; A repeated chance! Into the flames go his cares, Burnt with their stars.

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