By Alouette
Walking along
the sea shore,
I find grace
in pebbles no more.
Wind flowing
through my hair,
and when everything
is forgotten,
I still won't care.
Hiding behind you
and running along,
it seems like nothing
will ever turn wrong.
But everything changed
at the place
where I often come
to find my grace.
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