Moving from shore to shore

There are a few things that belong to me

The air I breathe, the sun I feel

And adventures of the sea


Strangers I meet and friends that I leave

A part of them with me I keep

The names I write on the sand

Before a wave washes it away

The views might change from place to place

But the stories, they stay


Nothing feels more alive than having no control

You need to loose yourself once in a while

To find your soul

The End

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