Sat on the wooden platform,
Gazing over at the crashing waves.
The dark sky blushing magnificently,
For the shyness of the Sun,
Questioning to elate.
The sweet nothings of the sky and the Sun,
The waves, dancing with the wind for reassurance,
Watching the sweet love unfold,
The little red crabs acquire their muses,
Diving in the sand,
Shining dreamily over the marine shore.
And there I remained sat on the wooden planks,
Accompanying, the turbulence of the wind over my messily slicked back hair,
The salt stricken air over the tanned skin of the marine,
Admiring the romance of the sky.
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