Archive for November 3, 2014

Alone

I feel alone when I walk near the sea,
The rolling waves keep coming towards me
Then fading calmly, sliding back, and leave.
The sea takes hope – the cunning coward thief.

A grey and Winter’s day, all birds are gone.
The ancient roar is mumbling dusk to dawn
And doesn’t mind that I don’t listen well
to all the miracles she has to tell.

I feel alone when I walk near the sea,
The ancient roar is mumbling dusk to dawn,
The rolling waves keep coming towards me.
A grey and Winter’s day. All birds are gone

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