Music
Music
The tide recedes, but leaves behind
sea shells in the sand
The sun goes down but gentle warmth
still lingers on the land.
The music stops and yet it echoes
on, in sweet refrains;
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.
M.B. Hughes
1 Comments:
You just leave lyrics listed, with no idea where it's from?
A 'grandiose' tsk, tsk for you, my friend.....
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