SHE AGREES.
Still the night
dark the clouds
as sky and land merge without definition
with only the murmur of lapping waves
as house lights
far far away
twinkle and sparkle
on rolling waves.
Dark and mysterious the lonely shoreline
where tides wash sand and stone.
A stroll taken in silence
holding hands
standing still
their feet bathed in cool water
alone at last
he asks
she agrees.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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A fine tale M. All about Miss Berles and her suitor? Will they marry, and have a child - Peb Berles, seeing as they met on the shoreline?!
On the beach they'll have lots of little Peb Berles methinks.
Super words Michael.
What a brilliant artwork, absolutely love it.
Thanks Andy - it's an acrylic.
Great peek at what power a midnight paddle can reveal to lovers who ant to say Yes............. love the artwork too Michael.
But what was the question? - thanks Fay - so pleased you like my seascape.
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