Unforgetable our leisure time we
spent along the shores of the
magestic ocean with all it's
colorful mornings and evenings
just for our eyes. Cries from the
seaguls waking or just drifting
from rocks to boulder, a floating
tree branch or even better, the old
hull of a boat to plan and find
their meal, reminding us that we
dependent on nature and our hearts.
Do not weep if you can't read
my feelings, I'm like the wind,
sometimes you feel me on your
body, sometimes you see me,
but one thing is sure, you can
never hold me tight, nor keep
me prisoner,
I was never ment to stay.
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