Rushing waves crash, The ocean sings its mighty song, Salted air, so fresh, Reminds of a dream long forgotten.
Driftwood whispers tales, Carried on the tides of time, Each grain of sand holds, A memory of the deep.
- Władysław Broniewski
Rushing waves crash, The ocean sings its mighty song, Salted air, so fresh, Reminds of a dream long forgotten.
Driftwood whispers tales, Carried on the tides of time, Each grain of sand holds, A memory of the deep.