Of lovely sands and unruly waves
My memory is of dainty feet, searching shells
And running into me doing just the same
While we both have been generally alike
I hadn't realised, how much, how very
We seemed like two rushing waves
That crash into the beach, foaming mid swell
The dinner that night, the long walk post
The night you and I awoke to us
Much of the rest is a wilful blur, for reasons
I retain your infantile sleep on my chest
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