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As the waves crash on the eastern shore We dip our feet in the calm sea of the west The sun has only began to arise Bright with orange hope of noon beginnings The sky looks like bright paint on a gray canvas Soon we lay in the sand The sun dries until only salt is left in our hair and skin And you kiss the palm of my hand Our breathing is slowed Our lids drag and get very low As if the light is like weight on our eyes Too afraid to fall asleep Because of sunburn And the fact that we will miss time with each other The sun beams on the western shells Glittering like diamonds we pick them up and present The gift of everlasting friendship Never forget me even when you slumber When the eastern shore is full of pain and thunder The shells will glitter The sun will hold you our friendship my love will always ring true The sky will be blue And here I will stand Waiting for you to join me Resting in the sand
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
Eastern Shore
As the waves crash on the eastern shore We dip our feet in the calm sea of the west The sun has only began to arise Bright with orange hope of noon beginnings The sky looks like bright paint on a gray canvas Soon we lay in the sand The sun dries until only salt is left in our hair and skin And you kiss the palm of my hand Our breathing is slowed Our lids drag and get very low As if the light is like weight on our eyes Too afraid to fall asleep Because of sunburn And the fact that we will miss time with each other The sun beams on the western shells Glittering like diamonds we pick them up and present The gift of everlasting friendship Never forget me even when you slumber When the eastern shore is full of pain and thunder The shells will glitter The sun will hold you our friendship my love will always ring true The sky will be blue And here I will stand Waiting for you to join me Resting in the sand
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
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