A desolate sea - copyright 6/5/2001 by Dan Sharpe

I stand on the shore of a desolate sea,
each lonely wave caresses a mournful shore.
They know you're not here with me,
with each wave's caress I miss you more.

A lone seagull sails the twilight sky,
winging toward his lonely nest.
Like him my heart's prayer soars on high,
that this day finds you well and blessed.

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