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Summer Tides
With the melting of winter left behind.
So comes the rising of the summer tides.
Upon their wake, a presence unknown yet seemingly familiar.
She Made herself known with a silent cry for what was and as it is.
It is nevermore.
There we lie upon her wake bewildered and overtaken, by who I am.
For who am I?
To which you cry too in the early mornings upon the summers tide
Deep behind my eyes, I cry.
For why?
Again, why?
Must I try?
In her eyes lie a formidable sigh.
Should I try?
Will I try?
Hereupon the summer's tide, we deny.
Hereupon the summer's tide, we hide.
Until the winter gives way once more.
Upon the shore, we will wait for our time.
Wait for our summer tides.
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There's the tale of two cities. The tale of Romeo. The tale of beauty and the beast. They go on and on.
Tales of hope, despair, love, and unbelievable stories of meant-to-be pre-defined destinies.
Well, believe the tales for they hold.
My tale begins in an almost peculiar manner.
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So comes the rising of the summer tides.
Upon their wake, a presence unknown yet seemingly familiar.
She Made herself known with a silent cry for what was and as it is.
It is nevermore.
There we lie upon her wake bewildered and overtaken, by who I am.
For who am I?
To which you cry too in the early mornings upon the summers tide
Deep behind my eyes, I cry.
For why?
Again, why?
Must I try?
In her eyes lie a formidable sigh.
Should I try?
Will I try?
Hereupon the summer's tide, we deny.
Hereupon the summer's tide, we hide.
Until the winter gives way once more.
Upon the shore, we will wait for our time.
Wait for our summer tides.
//////////////////////////////////////
There's the tale of two cities. The tale of Romeo. The tale of beauty and the beast. They go on and on.
Tales of hope, despair, love, and unbelievable stories of meant-to-be pre-defined destinies.
Well, believe the tales for they hold.
My tale begins in an almost peculiar manner.
© All Rights Reserved
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