A Reconsideration

I sat down by the waterside
And said, “I’m gonna leave this place.
I’m tired of these small town games;
The sleepy fishing village pace.”

And then I saw you on the beach
Beside the clear blue-emerald sea;
The only thought then in my mind?
That there’s no better place
To be

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “180 Degrees.”

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