Wanderlust

I’m so looking forward to the end of April…

The sun is the frontlighting on your face,
Behind the deep blue sea
Where it might be,
That which you are looking for.
It’s shining from far away,
But feels so close.
Slowly, your sandcastle is taken away,
You’re left stranded by the tide.
The small shell
Could tell you stories of happy people
And of children playing,
The grain of sand will be swimming away
And taken by the wind
Behind the deep blue sea
Where it might be,
That which you are looking for.
Take a deep breath,
Close your eyes,
Let your thoughts stream
And dream of that place you want to see,
Behind the blue sea.

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