Sunday, August 19, 2018

Sounds of the Sea

The sea sings chorus to the song of the shore
Breeze of the shore, maestro on the podium
The note of music balming all the wrinkles
That charming note is me, my breath of joy
In the kisses from the sea and the passion from the breeze
The breath is mine yet the note transcends me

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