Real Or Fantasy
J
James McLain
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Her voice is like the ocean breeze,
That moves across the moving waves when I'm alone.
Upon the rocks a wave has crashed the wind
Has tossed the foam.
Beneath a tree I sit and watch and think
It is a dream.
Her kisses are I have been told are deep
Just like the sea.
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