Whatever happened to the woman across the street?
She always was a pleasant, to meet.
Nobody remembers how she fought to make each day better then the others.
How she wanted to be remembered onto forever.
She took a leap of faith,
And burdened all her hate.
Now when you take a walk on the shore side.
There is nowhere but home to hide.
You feel her presence along the wide rushing tide.
Through the loud whistling waves, her voice appears.
But in reality she is nowhere near.
©terrylin53
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