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Sunday, September 5, 2010

September drabbles - 5

He gave her a ring,
slipped it over her finger,
kissed her and promised
he’d always be there for her.

The air smelled of salt
Sea birds flew
And altered futures
Beckoned.

His touch was sandy
Dry and warmed with sun
His hand in hers
They listened to the birds.

She hadn’t reckoned
He’d betray her.

Seagulls beckon tears from eyes
That sea-salt air makes cry.
Sand’s staining black
Mud tracks perhaps or worse.

He gave her a ring
To seal the hole in her heart
But she burst out from it.

Under the ocean
They’d almost stopped the flow.

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