A walk on the beach

5 Jul

When the smell of wild roses

is on the warm breeze

the songs of the birds

can be heard from the trees

when the waves on the ocean

dance their way to the shore

and then roll far away

to be seen never more

when the sun’s warming arms

spreads a hug on the sand

I’ll be there next to you

gently holding your hand

because no matter the distance

that keeps us apart

we’re always together

inside of your heart


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