A whisper in the wind
rustles a sand tree.
The catapult of waves
invade upon the shore.
A more picteresque day
I have not seen.
And yet at sundown
it will disappear as before.
rustles a sand tree.
The catapult of waves
invade upon the shore.
A more picteresque day
I have not seen.
And yet at sundown
it will disappear as before.
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