Wasting and Waiting

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The night is alive,
The trees do sway,
And waves roll in,
To roll away.
The wind is calm,
And whispers breeze.
It cools my cheek,
And rustles leaves.
No one does know,
That here I am,
On stone beach wall,
Above the sand.
Just wasting time,
Just waiting for,
The lighthouse there,
To cast the shore,
Just once or twice,
Or four times more.
Just wasting time,
Just waiting for,
The night to die,
Then be reborn.





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