Half Moon Bay
I have this special place where no one ever goes, so I can think of different things and
no one ever knows.
Half Moon Bay, they call it, waters calm and warm. Hypnotized by ripples wide, birds fly
over in swarms.
I often think of troubles past and evaluate my mind. So often they'd confront me and not
be very kind.
Reflections on the water seems to illuminate my thoughts. Past, present and future and
things that I forgot.
This special place lies beneath my head in all its splendor, you see, a bottled up
reminiscense that I can only be.
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