The oceans sing, the rhythm of the waves
A chorus of strings, that ripple through the days.
A simple thing, that floats in the sky
overlooking the darkness, Showing only her good side.
Her beams outstretched, with the waters below.
The dancing light, mending sorrow
Oh, how I wish
we weren’t so far apart
In body, Thought and heart
The ***** rhythm flows
The winds chilling air
The Oceans waves, in beat of the flair
Suddenly it ends with nothing to show
The Currents still turning
Time beginning to slow
The empty void fill,
brilliant specks in the sky
But the waves of the ocean
Sing only to you and I
Drifting from the depths, The real beauty of the night
Is made only by your sight
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
The oceans sing, the rhythm of the waves
A chorus of strings, that ripple through the days.
A simple thing, that floats in the sky
overlooking the darkness, Showing only her good side.
Her beams outstretched, with the waters below.
The dancing light, mending sorrow
Oh, how I wish
we weren’t so far apart
In body, Thought and heart
The ***** rhythm flows
The winds chilling air
The Oceans waves, in beat of the flair
Suddenly it ends with nothing to show
The Currents still turning
Time beginning to slow
The empty void fill,
brilliant specks in the sky
But the waves of the ocean
Sing only to you and I
Drifting from the depths, The real beauty of the night
Is made only by your sight
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