I came here to get away from the confusuions of city life, I was like a hermit of old times that sought solace from the corruptions of society.I noticed an old couple sitting on a rotted wooden bench, it supports them just as they have supported eachother throughout many years.It is now decaying, jusy like them.
My lovely girl was there, her snow-like skin glistening in sun.She had taken me here to get some rest,Her sweet voice was like the ringing of bells on Christmas day.She spoke profoundly about her hardships but was keen on telling me about her ambitions for the future.I listened intently to what she had to say, as I knew our time together was now numbered.She had her turquoise-coloured eyes fixated upon a lighthouse in the distance.She told me her grandfather had worked there many summers ago.
A Tear at the tickled down her Cheek.She was nostalgic of times gone by.I told her to not fret, as memories perpetuate ones soul throughout their lives,as constant reminders of the people we met and those we have left behind.
