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To my Achilles
A walk on a beach,
Both, on your bare feet,
So close and within reach,
A conversation brief but sweet,
The wind carries your fair hair,
Destination’s our secret lair,
Your beauty shone brighter, I swear,
And I mumbled a short prayer,
Taking a seat at the shore,
You talked freely more and more,
There was nothing here to not adore,
And you’ve struck me to the core.
#WritcoPoemPrompt124
© anaelmallory
Both, on your bare feet,
So close and within reach,
A conversation brief but sweet,
The wind carries your fair hair,
Destination’s our secret lair,
Your beauty shone brighter, I swear,
And I mumbled a short prayer,
Taking a seat at the shore,
You talked freely more and more,
There was nothing here to not adore,
And you’ve struck me to the core.
#WritcoPoemPrompt124
© anaelmallory
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