Lying idle on the lone sea beach
I hear the waves go for screech
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow
Sometimes high, sometimes low
Rolling waves marching ahead
As if alert soldiers in the parade
I feel my thoughts sailing
On the waves and strolling
Searching for my loved one
But become gloomy often
Wait has turned into evening
The dark shadows are falling
Waves seem to be lost in dark
But often appears starry spark
Beating heart becomes restless
And the emotions all senseless
A dark shadow moves there
And I feel she comes here
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