The BeachSo many questions in the salty
mist, whether love was love or just a wish, I sat under the umbrella, you strolled the beach oh how the sun did shine that day. Somewhere in time we did not agree. As the tide came and went, I imagined too you did dream, but way led to way, if we were meant to be that arcade window would not have lit your face, and I would have stumbled into you where castles are made and glimmers of light make rings.
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