Out on the breakers
Eyes in the sea are watching me
But seals never speak
The sea birds are gulling
Always they argue over shells
I know how they feel
Long across the heath
The piebald mountains cradle me
But snows, they only whisper
The stationary stone village
Is thatched in chalk and grey wood
Happy in branch without trees
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC
Out on the breakers
Eyes in the sea are watching me
But seals never speak
The sea birds are gulling
Always they argue over shells
I know how they feel
Long across the heath
The piebald mountains cradle me
But snows, they only whisper
The stationary stone village
Is thatched in chalk and grey wood
Happy in branch without trees
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