Rachel Song // PEGGY’S COVE

 Blue skies, blue oceans,

Perfect breeze, perfect sun.

 

Walking up the yellow dashed road

That leads to the colossal lighthouse.

Throwing pebbles into the water

Perfectly sinking in.

Sitting on the rocks,

Overlooking the colorful surroundings.

 

At the end of the day,

Nothing is left

But the sound of the calm ocean,

The waves crawling onto shore,

And the smell of ocean salt in my hair.

And in the morning there are

Blue skies, blue oceans,

Perfect breeze, perfect sun,

All over again.

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