Walking Along the Harbour
Walking along the Harbours
Walking along the rocky harbour,
I looked off into the clouds above,
The moon was shining ever so bright;
And I remembered the labour of love.
Artillery was being fired far and wide;
Where could I go?
Stuck in a musty chamber;
I tried to lie low.
For weeks, I hadn’t seen her,
Her face a fragile memory;
I yearned to be with her;
The week felt like a century.
Holding the letter in my hands,
Tears streamed down my face.
I collapsed onto the pavement
And I wished I could press ‘backspace’.
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