On
the beach of my time
Long
ago when I was there
I
heard stories of angels
The
pretty little women
Under
the shade of coconut trees
The
older guys who smoke and told stories
Of
how their friends got lost in the forest
While
they were hunting for wild animals
The
sea breezes whirring song
The
smoke floated to the air
The
guys kept the narration
Their
friends just gone for days
In
the jungle they said
They
couldn't find their friends
Every
area they looked
There
were no footprints
The
pretty angels in the forest
When
they men returned in a few days
They
couldn't know what happened
They
only thought of the blissfulness
On
the beach of my time
Long
ago the memories fade
In
the dark forest of the stories
Of
the little pretty angels
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