Apr 24

Spray from the sea

Oh, to be spray from the sea
To dance on wings of gulls flying free
To kiss the lips of passing girls
Run my hands through fragrant curls

I want to crash upon the rocks
To dance on brows and dampen socks
To lick the sand, and welcome surf
One with water, one with earth

I want to be the morning bliss
The backround for a sunset kiss
Teardrops from the oceans face
A dying whisper's resting place

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