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Where azure meets the golden shore,
A brunette walks in quiet grace,
Her chestnut locks catch light and soar
Like ribbons tracing through the space.
The breeze, enchanted by her form,
Plays gently with her flowing hair,
As sunlight, golden, rich and warm
Illuminates her profile fair.
Her footprints, fleeting works of art,
Embrace the sand then fade away,
As waves approach, depart, restart,
In rhythm with the closing day.
Her black dress flows like midnight tide,
A contrast to the gleaming sand,
The fabric dancing at her side,
Silk shadows shaped by nature's hand.
The ebony weave catches light,
Then scatters it like stars at sea,
A dark horizon's edge at night,
Embodied in such elegance free.
The ocean whispers at her feet,
Its ancient stories never told,
Where sky and water softly meet
And time itself seems to unfold.
Her gaze reflects the distant deep,
A thoughtful smile upon her face,
As memories she'll always keep
Are gathered in this tranquil place.
The brunette from the shore returns to me in dreams,
Her black dress billowing like memories unbound,
Years have passed since that day by azure streams,
Where footprints in the sand no longer can be found.
I recall her silhouette against the setting sun,
The way her chestnut hair caught fire in the light,
Before our paths diverged and separate lives begun,
Before she walked away into the coming night.
The beach remains, unchanged by passing days,
Though we who walked upon it bear time's mark,
The ocean still performs its ancient plays,
As I wander lonely shores from dawn till dark.
Now when I glimpse a dark dress on the strand,
My heart leaps up before my mind knows why,
As if her ghost still walks upon this land,
Beneath the endless canvas of the sky.
She left this world as gently as she lived,
With quiet grace that matched her seaside stance,
The beauty that so freely once she gave,
Now sheltered from the wind and time's advance.
I bring sea flowers gathered from the foam,
And whisper to the breeze of what was real,
Then turn away to make my journey home,
From that one grave on Rosemary Hill.