Sea-longing |
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Green and silver I can feel it calling waves rushing through my veins making me sea-sick dizzy I wait I cannot go now I am not allowed to leave yet waves calling sea surging torrents green and blue far and wide meadows of blue seasheep grazing seaweed waving streaming calling urging. |
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I carry my seashell as a constant reminder of my great longing. |
Written by Malinornė, September 2003