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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344555" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Walk By The Water</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the thick foam disperses, it looks as though<br>A section of sea has been covered with white lace.<br>As one lot of water withdraws from the shore, <br>With another wave of water, it is rapidly replaced.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the shore, feeling lonely and abandoned, <br>Are rows of beach huts, and a few wooden boats; <br>Their once brightly coloured, perfect paintwork, <br>Is now peeling, and looks in need of a new coat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rows of beach huts, which I pass by, <br>Are painted colours of every possible hue.<br>The huts are unique: no two are the same; <br>There is purple, peach, and pale pink too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dozens of dogs race around the deserted beach; <br>Each of them seems to have such endless energy.<br>Dogs dart around here, there, and everywhere, <br>Barking loudly with joy, now that they're free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amusement arcades are closed for the season.<br>Only a handful of beach cafes are open for trade; <br>During the summer months, they make much money, <br>But, come the winter, and their business quickly fades.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brightly coloured buoys bob about in the bolshy ocean; <br>Of impending danger, they warn any approaching ships.<br>I walk into the freezing wind, which blows into my face; <br>My cheeks are like ice to touch, and I have tingling lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep patches of displaced sand from the beach, <br>Now softly cushion my ever slowing, tired tread.<br>On the tarmac, my feet rhythmically Tap! Tap! Tap! <br>But on the sand, the sound is suddenly cut stone dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before I make my way back up in to the town, <br>I face towards the sea to capture one last thought; <br>It is then that I spot a young man on the beach, <br>Being photographed in nothing but his shorts!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q>
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