Like a conch
My heart today
Lies on surface
In the seashore
Where you walk
Just see me, dear
Pat with your hands
Hold in your palms
So sacred trust
In you these days
Several times I,
Murmured in ears
Give a kiss on lips
A gust of warm air
Make the music
Of my heart, in the
Trumpet of love
we should dance
In the seashore
O! My dear twinkle.
Make the music
Otherwise several
Feet are trampling me
Otherwise this sea
In salty dirty tides
Swallow’s me
Solitude in the
Seashore buries me
forever.....my heart.
My heart today
Lies on surface
In the seashore
Where you walk
Just see me, dear
Pat with your hands
Hold in your palms
So sacred trust
In you these days
Several times I,
Murmured in ears
Give a kiss on lips
A gust of warm air
Make the music
Of my heart, in the
Trumpet of love
we should dance
In the seashore
O! My dear twinkle.
Make the music
Otherwise several
Feet are trampling me
Otherwise this sea
In salty dirty tides
Swallow’s me
Solitude in the
Seashore buries me
forever.....my heart.
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