the breeze is soft
the sea is blue
the shells are red
the fishes – gold
the water flows
to complete the view
though it’s simple and for some it’s dull
i’ll still treasure each moment with you
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
Each Moment
the breeze is soft
the sea is blue
the shells are red
the fishes – gold
the water flows
to complete the view
though it’s simple and for some it’s dull
i’ll still treasure each moment with you
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