Whispers of the sea
A comforting breeze through my hair; Crests and troughs of dancing waves, Sparkling rays bidding sweet adieu To the ever-flamboyant waters. Hand in hand, We leave footprints in the sand.
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Mountains Calling
Take me to the mountains , Where the wind is chilly But the people are warm; The steps are rocky And the hills stay still. Where the bakeries feel like home, And the river travels across; Where all is calm And I feel next to the divine .