Yes, I know,
It was inevitable.

Even though,
We love each other,

We know,
We really, must soon go.

So, we'll part our ways,
And lives our lives alone.

You feel at ease on a mountain top,
But I prefer a sandy beach.

You like the mountain air,
I prefer a salty breeze.

And so it is, that you must go,
Where tall trees grow and rivers flow.

And I in turn, will go my way,
Where seagulls soar over a sunlit bay.

Perhaps, someday, we'll meet again,
And talk of happy times.

Where salty breezes sway tall trees...
And the mountains meet the sea.

-Written by Dee Daffodil (H.W, July 6,1982)

Dee Daffodil

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