pedalling down
strip to be seen;
her heart held
oceanic sounds
to rival roar
ordinary ears
can hear.
shore in sight
screamed to passersby
something crude in comparison.
deep blue eyes caused reflection
on each comely summer known to me,
when waters were always perfect;
so unlike what winter brings.
Nicely written Mark! Just noticed this is a 'blogger' so can now leave a comment...et cetera...have a great day! ☺
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