The dusk falls without a rush
When I'm alone in the cold shallow beach
Sitting on an isolated rock beside the wild shore
With a feeling of heavy grievance
I looked at the hardy waves
And wished to throw all my sorrows
So the waves could wash gently upon the Sandy
And carry away my hearts grief.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
The dusk falls without a rush
When I'm alone in the cold shallow beach
Sitting on an isolated rock beside the wild shore
With a feeling of heavy grievance
I looked at the hardy waves
And wished to throw all my sorrows
So the waves could wash gently upon the Sandy
And carry away my hearts grief.
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