Mediterranean,
where my childhood
still plays on your beach,
hiding behind the reeds,
where my first love sleeps.
I carry your light and scent,
and piled on your sand,
I keep memories,
of love, sorrow, and games,
as you come close ...
and then go away.
You haunt my dreams like a man,
soaked in Old Spice and breeze,
who I miss and need.
again
and
again
And when the grim reaper,
comes looking for me,
push my boat into the sea,
and let the stormy winds,
thrust my white wings,
between the beach and the sky.
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s
e …
I was born in the Mediterranean.
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