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Drift Away
The old wharf is slowly fading away
but i can remember the grangur of it`s
beauty on another day,as it`s beauty
slowly slips away.
Another day ,another time ,
another beauty left behind
like bells ringing an uneven chime.
The salt water, and air slowly
taking it`s toll as you hide in the fog
trying to hide your soul.
I can feel your pain ,as you slowly slip away,
but i will always remember the beauty you
possessed on another day...
I really love that last stanza, every moment should be cherished....and remembered in kind....beautifully penned....LadyRaine