a tenby evening in late june
holiday makers
the sedate visitors
the readers of books
ensconced in their rooms
in their multi-coloured abodes
~ listen ~
the sea’s hushed lullaby is abroad
the breath of night is falling
warm through this town
this all-being of calm
on a roll me tide’s
secret dream
my cariad
the sea’s hushed lullaby is abroad
the breath of night is falling
warm through this town
this all-being of calm
on a roll me tide’s
secret dream
my cariad
do
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