Sea
With the seas my spirits rise;The crash of surf
And seagulls cry,
With these things my heart does beat.
The sun shines down
Upon the swells
The seas chill mist upon my skin.
With free bare feet
And cutoff shorts
I live free upon the sea.
Salt on the air
Wind in my hair
Freedome from a life not mine
Found right here
Upon the sea.
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