Jul 2015
On a floating pier,
My legs are steady.
The rhythm of the sea
Settling and soothing.
The whistling wind
A sweet piccolo.
The tide may leave,
But always returns.
Home.
My legs are steady.
The rhythm of the sea
Settling and soothing.
The whistling wind
A sweet piccolo.
The tide may leave,
But always returns.
Home.
(Ireland)
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