Michael Devant

Rookie (14-09-1986 / Bliss in Indonesia)

The Sea And The Shore

A whisper through the gleaming wind has spoken
Bitter, salty and swift it came and sprinkled
Unto those footsteps you left and the promise you have broken
I spread a little bit of hope in the sand that tinkles

The calm gesture within these idle tree
Told a story ever so clear between the dawn and the dew
Of how the bonds that bind are truly an infatuation so free
Of how they would share and hold and how they would stare and flew

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