Her long hair is as white as snow,
her eyes as dark as ebony.
She sits by the seaside window
watching the fading ships,
wondering,
if all was just a dream?
The song of the shells,
fail to rouse her reverie.
The crash of the waves a lullaby
that draws her deeper into
unconscious,
blissful ignorance, leaving longing in its wake.
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