Echoes off the beach,

Ghosts out of reach,

Moon pulling the tides,

Grey clouds in which she hides,

The rasp of sea on stone,

Like phantoms wishing to atone,

The wind bringing more than salt,

Whispers they did float,

Of stories about ships,

And maidens with shapely hips,

Pirates in search of plunder,

And ripping other boats asunder,

The wind will carry tales,

Of more than just sails.

…

Love you R

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🖤