Today the wind is forming little sand dunes
Climbing up my pajamas, up in my eyes
As I shuffle the grains like keys of piano
Waves run up high, ships floats by
The ripples of sand are distinguishing
Like of the tiger, black and the other
Lovers running high, yellow flags say clear
On the warmth of the fumes of sun
Dry Snails and nutshells leave trails
It is cool; sun is high, kites ***** colors
An hour past a midst day in ocean
Half naked, all wet people enjoy the silence
Of the nature and sea gull screams
They got no care, they belong here
I pretend I spend all my time here
Tiny umbrellas and chairs in distance
Wheels turning, sandy bodies and ***** water
Monotony of the waves and heartbeat I share
Puts me to rest, eyes are tired while I stare
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
Today the wind is forming little sand dunes
Climbing up my pajamas, up in my eyes
As I shuffle the grains like keys of piano
Waves run up high, ships floats by
The ripples of sand are distinguishing
Like of the tiger, black and the other
Lovers running high, yellow flags say clear
On the warmth of the fumes of sun
Dry Snails and nutshells leave trails
It is cool; sun is high, kites ***** colors
An hour past a midst day in ocean
Half naked, all wet people enjoy the silence
Of the nature and sea gull screams
They got no care, they belong here
I pretend I spend all my time here
Tiny umbrellas and chairs in distance
Wheels turning, sandy bodies and ***** water
Monotony of the waves and heartbeat I share
Puts me to rest, eyes are tired while I stare
