I like to sit at the seashore
And like to listen sound of rote
I wish you mine at every pore
I know God made his holy note.
I like to count stars at night
I know where your and mine
They're equally so nice and bright
But space between so high.
I like to feel soft evening breeze
I like warm summer rain
Like look at you without cease
Feel blood run through my veins.
I like to sit at the seashore
© Copyright: Анна Кукурика, 2014
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