With every gust of wind
the waves grow high
sandpiper runs…
With every gust of wind
I feel the cooling breath
you're close, autumn.
The waves grow high
why waiting long
to fall in latter.
Sandpiper runs
to pick up a worm
from jaws of an ocean.
With every gust of wind,
the waves grow high
a day set in motion...
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