Open tides aren’t new to the whispering winds of time -
They share the secrets above the surface,
And swap tales and stories about below -
Then wave goodbye in the mist of crossed paths,
Until next time
who will
Know.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
Open tides aren’t new to the whispering winds of time -
They share the secrets above the surface,
And swap tales and stories about below -
Then wave goodbye in the mist of crossed paths,
Until next time
who will
Know.
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