The ocean pounds the rocks and the sky’s
gone to slate,
and it’s the sound of lovers dashed
to pieces, in the mist:
and it’s all we ever wanted,
to disappear to the roar
of the applause and go back
out to sea, to where the earth
ends at the start of the sky,
where we can disappear into the horizon.
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Bill Pearse 
great visual images here )
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Thank you Beth! I really appreciate you reading and commenting on my posts…thank you. I enjoyed your piece about the hair stylist just now (and the puppy)…very sweet. – Bill
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you are very welcome and thank you, all at the same time )
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