Like on an empty beach at sunrise

the serenity isn’t going to last

Occupational habits of the humankind

Sounds of Silence are disappearing fast

Crème’s are smeared, body’s exposed

Games are played, children get lost

Towels blown away, cool boxes emptied

It needs to be loud and fun, at all costs

But like when the tide rolls in slowly

the sun goes down behind the horizon

when loneliness takes over the shore

darkness reveals a natural dimension 

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