Where tides once gossiped for many an hour
about what lovers share; like grapes gone sour,
the strong opinions o' friends will minds devour.
A reputation guarded against smut
and smiles that's ever radiant abut
the cultivated, fertile soil and glut.
A gentle breeze that ruffles the recall
of memories that bleed freely, then stall
at the precipice of confession - they fall.
Now fervour spent and mutinous thoughts gel
in favour of peace; not a too hard sell
before the final call by clamorous bell.
As welcome waves engulf the thoughts and sweep
recall away, nostalgia recedes to weep.
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