Waters at Tide

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The motion of passing days
The headlight giving into the night
Gazing upwards I breathe in,
And close my eyes,
Wondering if I’ll ever see her again,
My beautiful Wales. My Love.

Her sweet voice echoes through me
Where a heart should beat,
It’s just the sound of her rolling waves,
Rusted, not forgotten, forever locked,
Inside of me, an ocean of blue.

A place to live and dream, to write
And to exhale, one more day,
But it’s when look in her bay,
I lose myself inside,
In her deep blue-green abyss
And it’s where I find,
Her waters at tide,
And she strengthens me.

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