Anticipation

The evening sun was sinking.
The gulls were sweeping low.
A gentle breeze was swaying the palm trees, to and fro.
My hearts was feeling lonely,
because the one I love was leaving me forever,
but waiting up above.
So maybe on the morrow,
when my life is through,
my loved one will be waiting,
and we'll begin anew.

by Earle N. Williams

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