When the ocean at Lambert's bay
does lie smooth as a pond
when the sun in the west
does change from rosy coloured to red
then I am caught,
while I see a few gulls turning above the boats
but the big longing
stays in me
to have a place somewhere at the sea
with you living with me
but my words and thoughts
only do remain in memories.
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