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The Ghost


She is, she sits, she plays,

she laughs, she cries, she loves,

how she remembers those days,

she sits beneath the sun, beneath the rain,

How she dips her toes within the cooling tide,

and then upon the sand she plays.

drinking up the summer sun,

She wishes she would forever stay.

The passing of time!

She left, then she would return,

tasting the salt air,

for all its treasured worth,

she listened to the hissing,

then the crashing, then mourned the passing surf.

How, in time, those moments trickled from her heart,

she felt those memories fade,

And now she is the ghost that watches,

that grieves, that never leaves,

who sits beside the waves.

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