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Turns he to the water, longing to be with her; in his mind her image burningHe sinks beneath, to where she waits; ripples weep tears in their wakeSilent they sit, her hand in his, for their heart’s love yearningWait for me, I’ll come to thee, though clocks and tides cease turning
Melissa Coffey
Shalini C
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