The gentle croon of lapping waves
Upon the golden sands,
Lulls me into relaxation.
The lovely sound of falling water
Like liquid diamonds, flowing,
Lulls me away.
The sigh of breezes through the trees
Waving, back and forth,
Makes me happy.
The movement of teardrops
Crawling down your face,
Lulls me too.
Copyright 2008 by Rebecca Norman
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