Yep, the beach...
and leave fragments of things
Fragments of things
Not to be missed
Rotten wood, bottles
and other former treasures
All left to do nothing
but wait for eternity
They sigh in rhythem
with the ocean
The water swirls around
the broken bits
Leaving more of the forgotten
to make the music of the beach
Gulls add their harsh cries
to the natural beat
Leaves hang on trees
swaying with the wind
Grains of sand glitter
in the final rays of the dying sun
But the music doesn't stop
Words by IronicBanana
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Written on 2006-01-28 at 16:15
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The Music of the Beach
The waves come on shoreand leave fragments of things
Fragments of things
Not to be missed
Rotten wood, bottles
and other former treasures
All left to do nothing
but wait for eternity
They sigh in rhythem
with the ocean
The water swirls around
the broken bits
Leaving more of the forgotten
to make the music of the beach
Gulls add their harsh cries
to the natural beat
Leaves hang on trees
swaying with the wind
Grains of sand glitter
in the final rays of the dying sun
But the music doesn't stop
Words by IronicBanana
Read 995 times
Written on 2006-01-28 at 16:15
Tags Ocean  Music  Beach 
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