What is the story about your
tides that rises and falls,
or do they play with those
sands as the evening calls.
I think the children love
when those tides touch their feet,
as the sun comes everyday for
the birds to greet.
along those sands
damp and brown,
during twilight the fishermen
are hastening for town.
as the darkness get settles
over the roofs and walls,
the sea is disappearing
as the the shine of moon calls.
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