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The esplanade faces to the east
from there i see the tide
i watch the breakers rolling in
upon the evening side
the water turns a reddish brown
from days after-glow
it appears as rust
but is just reflection i know
the last swimmers stray
on waters edge.......
the end of a perfect day.
a deserted air upon the place
where once was crowded in
I smell the ozone in the air
take huge breaths.. like it's a sin.
the sun has slipped below the hill
the colour has all drained
now just the noise of waves
and the beach, upon my memory ingrained....
Christine......
