Echo of Ocean*
In the middle of April
The night was hot
My feelings were stable
I missed you a lot
Your voice like an echo
Was bouncing my mind
My soul can't be aching
When you're around
Remote lights of beaches
And waves in the dark
I've seen in the pictures
Belonged to the stars
I prayed for your touches
Your kisses and care
I didn't need others
I wished I was there.
13.04.
Echo of Ocean
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