A precious dove in mid flight,
The sun shinning brightly,
The coast waving to it's borrowed friend,
The fish quietly swimming in the sea,
The patron being the Lone Ranger,
Keeping the seagulls at bay,
The crabs running free on the sand,
But their castle was to stay,
A well breathing family chattering preciously,
Their work shown in their love,
The words flew beautifully out of their mouths,
Yet they couldn't satisfy the fluttering dove,
The clouds rolled past the sun's flashlight,
The blue hinted away from it's tint,
Saddened to a deep grey,
But the confused family got no hint,
The sky red with anger,
The ground wet from the tear's collide,
The moon hiding in the shadows,
Even the sun has a dark side.
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