the dolphin and the seagull

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the dolphin and the seagull

17 Mai 2009

The dolphin and the seagull pentru sarah Sometimes you just have to stop and to listen.And sometimes you'll hear your own heart.It may sing an old song you thought you forgot.In dark, hidden paths may be open.And maybe one of these paths will lead to a shore.There may be darkness still, behind and in the horizon.And maybe above, the dark sky will be lighted.A sky before storm letting strange, translucent light guide you.And the sea will sound with wellcoming waves.Clashing the shore gently, calling your name.And the breeze and the sand and the smell of the seaWill turn you in what you just dreamed you can be.And you will call back with the song, the same songYour heart whispered to you and you'll hearThe echo of thousands of dolphins, so clear.And you'll know its the sea and its depths you belong.And sometimes you may guess a shadow above.And when you will jump from the sea with the wavesThere may be a seagull falling in love,Following his own freedom call, from the clouds.And maybe when sun will caress the face of the seaYou both may find rest on a cliff in the middle.And there will be nothing left of the riddleThat threw you too young in the world, let you be.And maybe the spell of the storm and the shoreAnd maybe the depths and the dreams have to end.The moon on the sky and the stars will surrendTo the peace of your sleep, to your smile.And then you'd go back in the dark...There will always be waiting for you There will always be singing to you in your heartAnd a sea with a seagull you can guess in the night.

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