A times i wonder, Why I walk lonely on beach white sand
As the ocean waters row Warmth of others wash up my legs Each tide warmer than previous i want to keep a lil scoop Just a drop of that tide With all the sincerity in my intentions I seem to forget The scoop seeps thro my hands Back to their tide Am left wet in my hands Tears drench my chin And i walk on Hands in the pocket Head heavy in WHYs Until the next tide The warmth of another couple Washes by my feet
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