Where water meets sky
along a horizon
And the waves lick
the low setting sun
They need not say a thing
to each other.
The love is in the touch.
Meeting right where
They are.
Together.
One.
Where water meets sky
along a horizon
And the waves lick
the low setting sun
They need not say a thing
to each other.
The love is in the touch.
Meeting right where
They are.
Together.
One.
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