Sitting on the sands
I watch the waves
Lapping against
The shore
Receding back to
Where they come
From I don't know
They make pleasant
Sounds like children
Laughing at the
Pranks of a joker
I wish they should
Not come back
And remind me of
My past when
Life was rosy
When sweet dreams
Were coming true
And spring forgot to
Leave my land
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