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Atlantic, in your restlessness,
Run back and tell them all,
You know of the bliss
that passed between you,
Run back and tell them
of the pain she knew,
before coming to rest
in your resting place.
Run back and tell them all,
You know of the bliss
that passed between you,
Run back and tell them
of the pain she knew,
before coming to rest
in your resting place.
Thanks for the lovely award...Hyde Park Poetry.
have fun today.
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short but charming poem.
ReplyDeletebeautiful sentiments shared.
ReplyDeletelove the rhyming,
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a sweet entry.
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ReplyDeleteshort but beautiful.
ReplyDeletea fun trip.
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ReplyDeletelove the pick ups along the sailing.
vivid write.
ReplyDeletecompact and fun piece.
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