White Tides

White shores are calling nowAs nothing remains behindSoul longs for fair island beyond the sea I see the tidesWhite mountain towering highPiercing the clouds I hear seagulls’ callingFor ones who are lost in wandering Sweet meadows, emerald dalesEndless spring through ever long daysSparkling waters dwelling in shiny lightVelvet sky all covered with stars Far landsContinue reading “White Tides”

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