Site icon No Talent for Certainty

come, feel

 come, feel the wind across the water,
 smell the hint of salty air;
 come, see the silent and secluded,
 i will come, and join you there.

 there, we'll know our hearts are beating,
 and that life is tall and wide;
 there, there's comfort in succeeding
 turning what's outside,

 inside
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