she sails across shoreline
the wind blows thru her hair
as she looks out at the desolate beach
that no one knows is there
the fishing village is quiet
at this time of year
her favorite time and place
when no one else is near
she glimpses her home in the distance
and in her mind a thought
of wonderful garden she tenders
the scent she loves a lot
there's no place she'd rather be
up on that rock by the sea
so far away from the ones she loves
i hope she remembers me...
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