Original Poems

Marina Solace

Walking along here, hand-in-hand —
We stopped for no real reason —
The sun goes down upon the Gulf
And ambience was our ally

So much of loving is like this:
Just random, quiet moments
Where all the presses us is gone,
And nobody’s

A bad guy

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