The beach is, where the heart is..
The symphony, my mind sings...
Crashing waves,caressing sand
Silent skies, This world,
Right here, ends
Waters breathe, soulful songs,
Whistling winds, they so long,
They compose and whistle,
And dance away,
As the sand mourns,
For its love in the bay..
The mockingbird talks,
ending stories with a sigh,
Ecstatic audience, swaying, they're high.
the singing ends, and
the stories stop,
I pick my heart, throw it, from the moutain top,
You belong not me - you belong to the sea.
For you still beat and dream and long,
I sit and wonder and sing a new song.
Hdk
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