That Evening On the Pier
We had our last hurrah
that evening on the pier.
Some friends of mine brought beer
while some brought wine.
The vista was divine.
The sun began to sink
as shades of rosy pink
streaked teal blue sky.
We joked while getting high.
Back then, we never knew
our friendships, like that view,
would fade away. . .
Written 7/10/14 by Andrea Dietrich
For the ON THE PIER Poetry Contest of nette oncluad
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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