The Ocean loves me,
She made me a bed on her shore
where the warm wind, the soft waves
and the singing birds
create the symphony of symphonies;
where the generous sun, the hiding moon
and the red rocks
make immortal paintings.
She gave me the low shores
so I can enter her;
a billion diamonds on her face.
She made me the islands,
so I can rest in her embrace;
she softened the rock, to show me her dreams.















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precis man så här man känner för havet och livet ...
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I'm having a wonderful time, but I'd rather be whistling in the dark.
Scientia non habet inimicum nisp ignorantem.
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I'm having a wonderful time, but I'd rather be whistling in the dark.
Scientia non habet inimicum nisp ignorantem.
Yeah, i cannot really comment with words on words.
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"If anything can go wrong, it shall go wrong".
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I'm having a wonderful time, but I'd rather be whistling in the dark.
Scientia non habet inimicum nisp ignorantem.
I think you've done a good job of painting several little vignettes to really capture the feeling one gets out there. Well done!
[Btw, it's not an ocean.t's barely a sea. I realize, though, that "The brackish inland sea loves me" doesn't scan as well (or sound as nice), so I forgive you.
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Hold the newsreader's nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will countermand my trousers.
glad you like it.
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I'm having a wonderful time, but I'd rather be whistling in the dark.
Scientia non habet inimicum nisp ignorantem.
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