Grey skies all around,
No laughter, no sun to be found.
All is silent, all is still,
Only a seagull lets out a squeal.
Dusk is approaching,
All have gone home.
On jetties and beach
No more do they roam.
All is deserted, forgotten and gone.
Only the memory still lingers on.
Pamela Nicholls
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