The tide roaring,

The rock we cut our knees on

In the beginning there were three

Then two

Then two as one.

The morn left us dragging on

The night ahead, we knew

would never come.

Oceans apart, but the sea we shared

The water between us

like a bridge to memories.

Northern skies, northern lights,

Beauty we both knew.

The sea we shared, but across the ocean

The same earth beneath our feet.

The End

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