Austrailia - Poem by Lilly Rose
The hair that touches my cheek,
Is soft, brunette in color.
The wind, in its gentle rage,
Our love it will never smother.
A honey hand slips its fingers
through mine, holding tight.
The air tears at our hands,
But neither yield to its spite.
Hot breath trickles down my neck
I wrap my arms around her figure.
She holds me close in our embrace,
I fear losing her in the departure.
The sand tickles beneath my toes,
A shell bites its edge into my heel.
Forever may last a mere few days,
To me, forever it is still.
Waves sing their whispered song,
Casting their notes to attentive ears.
She’s beside me, calm, listening.
How long is left among the piers?
Across the ocean we can see
A bright glow from the city.
It glistens in the pale moonlight.
All this will be left behind, pity.
As the wind blows our hair,
And she breathes into me
I pull her a little closer,
I never want to leave her…and the sea.
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