Worn by a good life
—swept by time and place
and hearts that glow
in the heat of the night
And arms that embrace
and eyes that don't erase
and rhythm that blues
as the wear on sole
forever strolls
and the good life sighs
as it takes its strides
and the waves crash
and the sands wear
as the grass browns
—though the palms still sway
as the wind whispers
with a gentle smile
and a sweet, deep goodbye
that lingers long—
for a while.
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