Where our best hopes
Are for the least of sad
Where the waves still reach
For heights they never had
They drum their song
Onto this sand they throng
And upon the sea
It leaves a song…..
Not of a tragedy
And not an echo
In serendipity, no
Love is through eyes delight,
Drawn into the divine moonlight
Oh my brilliant, radiance of this
Nocturne, night of bliss
I'm abandoned to you
Whilst lost on me
Now to count the treasure
Endless in measure
Fallen to the silt
Are the diamonds in the sea….
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