Hello Steemian..
The sea will be take to your home. Even it is the title of the work of the person. For me, the sea is about you.
The blue waves that accompany when we meet.
Until the electric human chalk one up pierce the clouds. Like a pigeon that no longer sends a letter. We are here as if left behind. Sitting too quiet to paddle the oar with the implied message.
The moon is the second as they passed through it. The battery supply for life will be diminished, off at a light speed. In the end you are move. Hiding behind a mile curtain. The air, the wind can not be warded off, and I just rotate on the spot.
I am spinning in the chorus of sand. The same music invited coastal memory. Yes, music is just like a magic. Just because I heard it when love to kidnap, then I fell in love with you just because the song that rotated it then became the best choice. All the minutes that run is as short as yesterday.
Cheers,
Je