Distant Shores
Crashing waves on the rocks
And Smelling salt water air
As I walk towards the docks
Sightseeing boat tours appear
I partake the tour on a whim
Making Small talk with people
forgetting my woes with some gin
Life is feeling more simple
In the distant shores I see
My lover with his new beauty
I think about jumping ship
but I will just have another sip
Copyright © Tania Kitchin | Year Posted 2018
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