The highest wave hence seven syllables beginning
soaring into cloud nine syllables creating waves warmly peak
couplets join as two in one dream
sailing into paradise i call it
sweet sixteen lines
A delicate balance held under one cool breeze warmed by the sun Frailty in love fragrantly echoes deeply carried on birds song Peace and serenity holds the air on a vapor trailing thought Looking around at heather blossoms withering caught in a web Silent blowing warm brushing whispers rustling through the trees golden Baby blue dressed with mother of pearl clouds scatter the sky sparsely Star of the sea beautiful vessel sails upon salted remains Your music plays the sweetest strings tug swims to the heart in each beat
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