the sea calls me early morn, early morn...I walk alone...yet sense the vibration of a distant drummer....where will the wind take me...when will fair winds and blue skies feel like home again?
© 2010 Trilby Yates
Thursday, July 1, 2010
July 2010
...I mourn, I grieve...and now I'm in a free fall...where do I belong...married in my heart...single via circumstance...widow, widow...widow's walk...
the sea calls me early morn, early morn...I walk alone...yet sense the vibration of a distant drummer....where will the wind take me...when will fair winds and blue skies feel like home again?
the sea calls me early morn, early morn...I walk alone...yet sense the vibration of a distant drummer....where will the wind take me...when will fair winds and blue skies feel like home again?
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