Azure and deep blue lays the ocean stretched out
with the waves washing at Rooiels over the rocks,
when I pick up small green pumpkin shells for you
and my mobile phone is off and nobody will phone us,
while next to me you stand without words,
the air smells salt from the sea and the breeze blows softly
and I notice a pretty smile on your face
when some seals go back into the sea
with the waves washing at Rooiels over the rocks.
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