Bon Voyage
And I could fall asleep to your voice,
The tiny rippling waves washing up on the shores of my ear drums,
Crashing and retreating back to the open blue from which they came.
And I could voyage the world to your song,
The presses of wind with every note,
The perfect melody carrying my sails through oceans and seas.
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