The rumble of the waves at dusk often brings with it a melancholy stillness in the heart. If you have ears for the silence of the welkin it will tell you tales.....
The sea,the waves and the wind that blows,
Bring with it memories that were .
When your feet trod the sands,
And the waves that kissed your toes.
I found the winds searching,
To ruffle your hair again.
And a grief stricken sun
Who bled the horizon crimson...
The sea,the waves and the wind that blows,
Bring with it memories that were .
When your feet trod the sands,
And the waves that kissed your toes.
I found the winds searching,
To ruffle your hair again.
And a grief stricken sun
Who bled the horizon crimson...
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