The cool, crisp air was as salty as her tears,
The waves came in washing away the sand
from under her feet and taking with it her dreams.
Deep, dark shadows formed as the sun whispered goodbye,
The tears dried up slowly yet her eyes would not smile.
Deep pools of darkness equates the sadness in her eyes,
It is over the night wind whispered,
It is over the seagulls cried,
It is over the waves echoed,
It is time to say goodbye.
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