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SEA BREEZE
Part of growing up
is losing the ones you love...
Not only by accident,
but by time.
The end of a grand long story
We know it is approaching
but don't dare peek ahead,
for fear of it's early arrival
Like walking into a rainbow
Not sure where the end is
Until you're surrounded by misty colours
And your eyes are stars
And your breath the wind
With the wave of a hand
The sky is yours
A whisper
A grin
Farewell

tb

(Summer ‘02)