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by yodi
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Its gentle breeze, carried by tender wind, Carved a niche, in my troubled mind. As the salty vapors, escapes the jovial waves, Soon reached my skin, making me alive. The peaceful water, caressing the sailing Paraw, Is a nostalgic opera, which ends in a gentle bow, And the vast, blue sky, blanketed by holy clouds, Hides all the imperfections, like a thousand shrouds. As the towering Calavite, wash his feet in the lagoon-like sea, Wild birds fly and sing, like violins in an open marquee. And have you ever noticed, how the waves gently kissed the pebbles, Like a long lost love, inseparable like the Yosemite falls.
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