August Winds When August winds are turning, The fishing boats set out upon the sea, I watch til they sail out of sight, The winter follows soon, I watch them drawn into the night, Beneath the August moon. No one knows I come here, Some things I dont share, I cant explain the reasons why, It moves me close to tears, Or something in the seasons change, Will find me wandering here. And in my public moments, I hear the things I say but theyre not me, Perhaps Ill know before I die, Admit that theres a reason why, I count the boats returning to the sea, I count the boats returning to the sea. And in my private moments, I drop the mask that Ive been forced to wear, But no one knows this secret me, Where albeit unconsciously, I count the boats returning from the sea, I count the boats returning from the sea.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 08:57:52 +0000
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