The cold wind blows on the cheek Ruffling the hair locks away Gazing at the distant horizon The sun glowing a scarlet flame. Into the hollow of the infinite pale blue Of Heaven it rose. Its flickering tongues up-drew And vanished in dark blue shadows Passion sprung those sparks which flew Together into fire. Dancing like mating serpents Burning desire deep within But we knew the winds would slap and quench it in their game. Behind the arched palms on the beach flowered the tall and sheltered flame. Without, The baffled winds thrust a kiss on your lips .
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Nicely written...
Regards Mick.