On the Beach
Between the wooden breakwaters
I sit on the flinty stones
to watch the grey sea
waves rattling the beach
That foaming water
that was once the horizon
where I sailed
Between the wooden breakwaters
I sit on the flinty stones
to watch the grey sea
waves rattling the beach
That foaming water
that was once the horizon
where I sailed
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