Mystic Shores

I hear the distant call
of mystic shores
No matter where I go
I feel the gentle breeze
the playful lapping waves
They lull me to and fro
I touch the fine white sand
damp beneath my feet
When I walk the endless beach
I see the fiery sun
overlaying pale horizon
Looking almost within reach
I smell the salty air
Breathe it deep
into my lungs
And still hear the echoing cry
Of the songs that seagulls sung

As I walk these mystic shores...

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