Eternally bereft of
Anything like the
Feeling I had when
We were walking
Hand in hand on
The beach, nothing
But the sound of
The ocean and the
Sense we were
Entering a new time.
Eternally bereft of
Anything like the
Feeling I had when
We were walking
Hand in hand on
The beach, nothing
But the sound of
The ocean and the
Sense we were
Entering a new time.
Lovely nostalgic poem.
Thank you for your comment, Pushmaotee.