Dancing Horses

The foam on the sea, to me,
Is little white horses, carless and free.
They dance with the wind,
They run with the tide.
All through the day, and all through the night.
They leave their mark on the white sandy shore,
They come with a crash, they leave with a roar.
The time comes for me to say goodbye.
To the song of the sea, the dance of the tide.

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