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Seaside


Seaside 

by R. Neest


The two old friends met early, before noon, 

They had a lot to talk about all things 

That happened since they saw each other here, 

Where always was like their cosy home. 


On long and brownish wooden chairs they sit 

Immersed in deep and tender mat of grass. 

Few red and yellow flowers grew apart 

Below an old and leafy branch of tree. 


In front they have the blue and noisy sea 

With waves that crush on heavy row of stones 

And fishing boats that move away from shore 

While several hungry seagulls fly around. 


They watch the rising sun above the sea 

As slips through white and various shapes of clouds 

And gently warms the air and things around 

Preparing for a new and busy day. 


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