asmidnightstruck

As midnight struck, the flames rose high.

She glances into the darkened sky.

The silent waves rise and fall,

all in silence, great and small.

A cool sea breeze crosses the sand,

and withers away, in the palm of her hand.

The starlit sky beckons her near,

but she stands alone,

with cold and fear.

by Tony Chapman (My dear and kind friend); Designer of fashionable wood products; Home Recreations and

desirable one of a kind original crafts.

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