The sunshine
is sparkling on the water like
a thousand tiny flashbulbs.
Grains of sand
are rustling in my ear like
a thousand whispered secrets.
Sand and stone, and abalone...
Ripples cascade until my pen is dry -
a thousand little voices.
Lights across the bay
are shining twice reflected -
in the water, and
in the same soft blue sky.
A thousand wavy lives.
Sand and stone, and abalone...
Sand and stone, and abalone.
is sparkling on the water like
a thousand tiny flashbulbs.
Grains of sand
are rustling in my ear like
a thousand whispered secrets.
Sand and stone, and abalone...
Ripples cascade until my pen is dry -
a thousand little voices.
Lights across the bay
are shining twice reflected -
in the water, and
in the same soft blue sky.
A thousand wavy lives.
Sand and stone, and abalone...
Sand and stone, and abalone.
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