Let your toes slip into the shallow water,
watch the sun glisten as you feel the breeze.
Let your head rest on the mossy hillside,
a little bird singing and some waving trees.
Let your cares go and renew your insight,
the water is shallow, but not your soul.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
Let your toes slip into the shallow water,
watch the sun glisten as you feel the breeze.
Let your head rest on the mossy hillside,
a little bird singing and some waving trees.
Let your cares go and renew your insight,
the water is shallow, but not your soul.
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