The Rising Tide.
our story had begun
upon meeting that fateful evening;
sea breeze and gritty sand
now hold a special meaning.
while cherishing the good times
you remained faithfully by my side,
like the grains that cling on to you
while you admire the rising tides.
as distress crashed down in waves,
i hopelessly searched for your face;
like the receding tides,
you disappeared without a trace.
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