Wednesday, 23 December 2015

The Eve of Christmas Eve

On the eve of Christmas Eve
Twenty-one years today;
In dense fog we did leave
And set off for the bay.

Farewell toxic town
Now turned brown;
Goodbye half my life.
I take with me a wife.

But leave all else behind.

Heavy mist still kept us blind
When we reached the place
Where beach and sea laced
Our view until the next day

When all things special we did find.


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