this morning i am above sea
i smell freshness that most
only dream of having it as
breakfast with hot choco milk
i stay there enjoying waves
passing me by; so as boats
sun is barely showing her face
through grayish sky on far-east
bridge is so calm everybody stop
tunnel is close while police sort
it out who will go first; who won't
i step few paces thinking of you
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