Sandy Poem by Smoky Hoss
Sandy
Sandy's the beach
And Sandy was her name,
The place we laid, and played,
Little lovers games.
Together we sat, Sandy and I
Upon the flowing edge of the great sea,
Finding our souls, while
Discovering how to fly free.
The summer's over now
Those days are done,
We've grown, and flown,
And left our youthful fun...
Upon a lonely shore of the setting sun.
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4/24/2024 7:05:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Short and swee poem. Nice memorys. May i invite you to read my new poem Called, sleep safe.