The Ocean’s Song
I. Sitting on the bay, watching the ships go by; Where they are headed, I don’t know, yet My soul yearns to be likewise swept away With the outgoing tide upon undulating waves. Beneath blustery clouds...
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It all began with the glowing green meadows cool, dew-moistened blades of grass softly pressed into the shape of a child’s naked feet running frivolous and joyous in the backyards of my innocence. In...
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