Rounded are the rocks upon the beach
That take the pounding of the waves
It never ceases, never stops
The crashing sounds of thunderous water as it hits
Against the shore
Only to pound once more...
Pounding is the heart that beats alone
Inside the soul surrounded
By this man's emotion and his thoughts
While flesh and blood keep breathing...
Rounded are the rocks
Pounding is the heart
At one with man, at one with God...
That take the pounding of the waves
It never ceases, never stops
The crashing sounds of thunderous water as it hits
Against the shore
Only to pound once more...
Pounding is the heart that beats alone
Inside the soul surrounded
By this man's emotion and his thoughts
While flesh and blood keep breathing...
Rounded are the rocks
Pounding is the heart
At one with man, at one with God...
1 comment:
Very nice!
As there is no owner of the literacy, it must belong to you, Colin =D
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