The Rock Ledge|
Stone, upon the water front
A papal setting that pleases the eye
An approaching passerby,
Hence, it's the turning of the tide
A flock of seagulls fly through the air
Time is very precious to most
As the seagulls continue to fly on the coast...
Shelter lies dormant for a lonesome child
A soft breathe
The silence in the wind
For one honest approach to the way we all should live
A heart felt reason by which to forgive...
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