Soft is your feeling heart all gathered in attentive unity. Brushing aside cares for the hour we are joined in pretty friendship.
Seagull bands pulled by life’s thread come in to the beach for their feast. Best they are to see at dawn when their real flight is done.
Look out from the windows of your soul and set your eyes in rose-colored lenses. Hand in hand feel your feet in the sand building real castles to cement our care. |