where wind sleek the beaches ,
though the rustling are due .
where the sand doesn't holds ,
any of the sinking hues .
where life flies amidst the rainfall ,
yet the sky is all dawned dew .
where the depth sinks within ,
there is this weary place of the little self ,
where very often i go all blue .
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
where wind sleek the beaches ,
though the rustling are due .
where the sand doesn't holds ,
any of the sinking hues .
where life flies amidst the rainfall ,
yet the sky is all dawned dew .
where the depth sinks within ,
there is this weary place of the little self ,
where very often i go all blue .
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