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  • Lorraine Johnson

[123] For A While

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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