Lonely
Lonely
The palm trees sway
As gentle wind goes by
On the French Riviera’s coast
While on the beach the lapping waves unfurl.
The rising moon is in no haste
To light her tearful face;
She waits in vain
Lonely.
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Path Number 9 ~ Birthdate 16th February
Contest: "Tell Me Your Number"
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placing: 6th
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014
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