The misty rolling hills up high,
Bridging both the sea and sky,
Ocean below - the town above,
Transparent is this pure love.
Beg for cloud; torrent rain so free,
Wish for dark where light 'ought be,
Cobble paths stretch to desire,
Briny waves spark your heart afire.
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 4:55 AM UTC
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