Simply Sunsets
The bump and grind
These days of old
Will come to past
The years lost, stole
Upon white sands
I shall retreat
With grains between
My toes and feet
It shall be here
Where rest I will
Till time does come
Ending my fill
I shall take flight
With kite in hand
Soaring Blue skies
As I command
Tides of change
With you in arms
Where all but good
Brings needed calm
and if in dreams
it's all I breathe
I'll fill these days
Heart said, believe
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