Where shall we walk by the sea tonight?
Paul McLaughlin
May, 1999
 

We have walked in the surf close together,
In the tropical surge of the waves,
Felt them press warm and gently against us
Then pull rushing softly away;
We have let ourselves fall in the water
To float out to sea holding hands,
Unconcerned in the drift of the moonlight
That we can't draw a line in the sand.
 

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