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Breath ©

Natassia D. Shamp
Port Hueneme, USA
2004

He remembers her,
Golden waves flowing,
In the sea's breath,
The last time he loved.

Now he lays, dying,
Remembering a promise,
Tears fill his eyes,
Fire fills his soul.

Just once again,
He'd love to hold her,
Kiss her bonny lips,
Oh, how she said she'd wait!

It's been nearly eighty moons,
And she'd been there,
In his heart and soul,
When he went to battle.

Now all he has,
Is a promise,
Eating away as he lays,
Dying on the battle field.



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