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A long walk
Down the shore,
Bright sun
Lonely crowd.
Watching our shadow
Moving along side,
Your hand in mine
Distant yet loud.
Collecting stones
Coloured brown,
Thoughts
Dipped in sand.
Flying birds
Watch us move,
Circling
High above the land.
Rest our bodies
Against the rock,
Now we
Move our eyes.
Sun starts
Swaying away,
Whispering
Sweet old lies.
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Nice come back. Keep it up.
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