And the passing went by smoothly, onward to the beginning of being lost.
Till her fingers crept by slowly, forthward towards his squeamish cause.
Like flowers in a slow bloom, leaning forth in decaying anguish.
Like paper to a fire, scattering it's hopeful ash in regretful remorse.
Kisses towards the sea, surging towards the recede.
Fluttering full of intent, that meet the wind's heed.
Dancing further backward, pushed to it's involuntary demise;
and losing it's strength, falling, as the sea cries.
In agony, as the kisses rain down on him.
A saddened mass of water, rained upon by emotion.
A tear weathered by it's sender,
in full knowledge of his failure.
So goodbye, so goodbye.
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