In the nights I can't sleep
I find my mind slipping
To the small house by the beach
My soul already wandering
Through the place of my childhood memories
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Poesia"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
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In the nights I can't sleep
I find my mind slipping
To the small house by the beach
My soul already wandering
Through the place of my childhood memories
