A house by the sea,
Where thoughts can rush round,
Coming in and going out like the tide.
Winds blowing softly or wildly,
As clouds drift by.
Sun light ever changing moves around the house,
Creeping up and sinking low.
Heat can reach into you,
All a swirl of dreams,
And those kisses lost forever in the wind.
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