Saturday, 22 July 2017

Hope Cove

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Idyllic, sleepy
Fishing town
Where bracken cliffs
Come tumbling down
And seabirds wheel
In skies above
Their cries an emblem
Of the cove.

A surreptitious glance
At you
Revealed the feelings
That were true
One night of freedom
In your arms
A kind of drowning
In your charms.

Am ambled walk
Through fields of gold
The breakers sounding
As they rolled
And you and I
Together, one
To gaze upon
The glorious
Setting of the sun.


Written for Dawn
2345 hours

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Hope Cove by Steve Wheeler was written in Hope Cove, England on 23 July, 1997 and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

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