the warmth of the sun seeping into my skin, yet, it's not as warm as it used to be
I watch the scenery pass me by, memories of my childhood fill my mind, I try not to cry
burning sand embracing my bare feet, the ocean would always be hugging me
the faces I've longed for waving their hands, I don't wanna say goodbye
from where I stand, although it's hard
I'll keep this place always within my heart.
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whispers of the heart
Poetry💭words that my heart spoke things that my heart felt things that made my heart clench whispers of my heart 💭