Last Kiss
the tide slowly rising
creeping up the shore
sneaking up to tell us
exactly whats in store
whether it be fish or shells
the sea does not know
no judgement, no second thought
of what will be in stow
it doesn't know the difference
lost loves or found romance
of the memories it carries
hoping to give a second chance
to maybe that one lucky soul
staring into the abyss
thinking just maybe
for one more kiss.
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