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The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


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Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


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Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


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Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.

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Delysia Hendricks March 22, 2013 at 10:02 AM Bravo, bruv. I love the gentle flow and rhyming scheme here. Nice work. :) Scribbler Of Verses March 22, 2013 at 10:05 AM Thank you, dear Delysia! Your poems are exquisite, so coming from you, I graciously accept the kind words :-)