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Golden grains of sand,
Slipping through swollen fingers.
Emerald eyes radiate joy
As the memory of youth lingers.
Salt mixed in the sea breeze
Dances on his tongue.
Here, on the beach
This is where he belongs.
His carers stand back,
Uniforms pristine white,
Casually watching on,
Giggling about last night,
"Arthur remember me?"
Calls a voice from far away,
He stumbles on the pebbles,
Rosa his true love stands on the bay.
Young, beautiful, calling
"Come hold my hand."
She reaches out to him,
As he collapses on the sand.
His carers race down, dejected
Staring at a patient's lost life,
They do not see his spirit soar,
Reunited with Rosa his wife.
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