Back on the rocks—
The only sound symphonic waves,
Not a soul in view but the two
Still move like they’re on a stage.
Track of time is last in line
As the passion climbs.
The peak is reached And the waves wind down But it’s never forgotten Like the sweetest peach. The darkening sky, the breeze, the beach, The mind at perfect ease and peace. The show may end but well after it stops The mind, at times, goes back to the rocks.
The peak is reached And the waves wind down But it’s never forgotten Like the sweetest peach. The darkening sky, the breeze, the beach, The mind at perfect ease and peace. The show may end but well after it stops The mind, at times, goes back to the rocks.
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