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silence
-like a rainstorm-
frees my arid soul

free to forgive and
free to love
free to find wisdom and strength from above

sometimes the happiest times
are those spent with no one
time lost in thoughts
time beneath the sun

time resting in the sand with
my hair blown a mess
the light warms my skin
evaporating stress

the waves they crash
and the gulls they cry
but from me you'll hear
only a happy sigh

the worst moment comes
when i'm forced to leave
when the air grows cold
my heart starts to grieve

i hate to go
but i know i should
today's wonder has past
the sun has left for good

yet the cold cannot remove
what forever will stay
the engraved memory
of that happy day