A LOCK OF HAIR

How'll it be to watch two souls in faded grayish blue outfits, looking into eternity!

Needless to say, they were lovers. On a drizzling, calm seashore, at the fall of dusk, who else they should be!

Came blowing in, an unharming, unforeseen cool breeze and took away her grayish blue mushroom hat.

Strikingly, a lock of hair, all that's left on her smooth head was that.

Throwing away the umbrella, his hands that draped her went in search of the lost hat.

But far from his reach, the hat had devoured into unknown depths of the mighty ocean.

Sadly, neither her heart nor her hat reverted and that head with a lock of hair was left to drown in a deep sea of grief.