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Set out from the sandy shore. The lake an everlasting Paramore. The boat breaths like my hearty chest Up and down upon the waves white-tipped crest Overhead the birds squawk in a one-note tune. Like a harpsichord playing an unknown song. Turning away from the sun The blue ocean becomes glum Black sunglasses fall further on my face. Water droplets still find my smiling face. Sailing wind drives us away from my starting place A Call A Shout. Turning on my breath A shoreman’s happiest wish A fresh face for whom to softly kiss. The boat turns toward our shore. Leading us to both softly tip Without a word on our fearless lips Docking us once more Upon the sandy shore.
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
Voyage on The Lake
Set out from the sandy shore. The lake an everlasting Paramore. The boat breaths like my hearty chest Up and down upon the waves white-tipped crest Overhead the birds squawk in a one-note tune. Like a harpsichord playing an unknown song. Turning away from the sun The blue ocean becomes glum Black sunglasses fall further on my face. Water droplets still find my smiling face. Sailing wind drives us away from my starting place A Call A Shout. Turning on my breath A shoreman’s happiest wish A fresh face for whom to softly kiss. The boat turns toward our shore. Leading us to both softly tip Without a word on our fearless lips Docking us once more Upon the sandy shore.
#sailing#love#fun#sand#beach#sun#dry#sunglasses#boats#water
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GregMuller
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
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