Fourteen Steps to Nowhere

Writing Prompt #4 (AKA the bad poetry prompt)

On a lonely drumlin hilltop
two figures stood
beneath the effulgent sun. 
She whispered; he whispered,
and only the stream heard
and carried their love
on its wild waters
to the sea's open arms.

On a lonely drumlin hilltop
one figure stood
watching her love
cross the long seal road.
She cried and she sobbed
and only the stream heard.
The sea carried her love
on its raging waters
cradling him in its open arms.

On a lonely drumlin hilltop
one figure stood
facing the sunrise on a
newly found shore.
He stared and he mourned
and only the waves knew
and the sea kept his secret
rolling his love
on dark lost swells.

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