Tuesday, 17 May 2016


The strong breeze gushed into her ears..
And her own words were lost in the air..
But when she failed to hear herself..
To him the pounding of her heart was clear ..
A stroke of love and a touch of care..
Joy and happiness of his share ..
With a smile .. he gave it all away ..
And a slow smile then worked its way ..
Across her face and into her eyes ..
And clinging to his love, she could rise ..
What before their love was 'the wicked weather'?
And the breeze and the tides gave away ..
Tied to each other they spent years together
as their hairs slowly turned grey ..

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