Oceans & Tides

We’d sit with our backs to windows wide
On the verandah you near by my side
Sea breeze rushing against my face
Hold your guitar in your warm embrace

Your fingers move as the seagulls cry
Sun-chased clouds in clear blue skies
Crashing melodies riding on the tide
Warm summer days were never as fine.

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