early morning beach walks
wind chills of almost spring
still capturing the wood
forging rocks not at shore
two walk the misty docks
seagulls to hear them sing
squeaking wood as we stood
warmed hearts in what we wore
easy lights made small talks
such weather you can bring
rolling ocean sounds could
calm ease your heart in tore
white birds gather in flocks
dreaming two of a wing
to come here as we should
as often as it is next door
W. S.
There's a delicate mixture of feeling after reading this poem. Pardon me for not being able to say exactly what I feel towards this poem. It's just lovely in every way
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