The skies above were hazy gray.
Her eyes were soft and blue.
Her golden hair tossed in the breeze
As raindrops fell like dew.

That damp and misty afternoon
We spent along the beach
Pursuing dreams and fantasies
That seemed beyond our reach.

I know I won’t forget the time
We shared together there,
Or just how lovely you looked as
The wind blew through your hair.

Nov. 17, 1986

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