Everyday I land on a mysterious shore.
I hear the waters and the gushing.
I feel the froth and the gentle pebbles
I see the sun rise in the morning
and the orb leave in the evening
The canvas of dark the glimmer of stars
I see sparkling beautiful things up above
Sometimes they move, so mysteriously
The flicker of a distant airplane tail
when the light hits the side of the plane
when the sun sets or rises, it is a shining mysterious delight on air
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