On summer days I come to you
I am no more a child, and what I see
Is not a fairy tale, but life within the sea.
On summer nights I hear your voice
I am no more a child, and what I wish
Is not within joy, but life and choice.
On summer time,
With hope or faith, I drag my steps
through the passing days,
To find the sea shell that I left behind
When I was a child.
sea shell
© Copyright: Регина Арден, 2018
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