
A LOVER’S STROLL
The afternoon tide kisses gently the golden sand;
My true love and I walk slowly, hand-in-hand.
We search in front of us for treasures to find;
Mischievous waves erase the footprints that we left behind.
The sun shines brightly, a flaming ball of light;
It now makes its way westward, preparing for night.
The fiery sun sinks low, disappearing from our view,
While the pale blue sky turns a pink and orange hue.
In the distance a lighthouse awakens for the night;
It stands as a beacon for a distressed ship’s plight.
There is a full moon of gold, a harvest moon above;
That is the end to a perfect day with the one I love.
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