Holiday

With deep breath leave ocean behind,

Enter world of mystery.

The realm of Man, of earth and sky,

On the shores of Italy.

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I walk slowly across the beach,

Away from sea so cold.

Wander in shadow of the stone,

Of buildings, centuries old.

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I shield eyes from blazing sun,

I feel sand between my toes.

Song of language fills my ears,

Amazing scents, they fill my nose.

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Seen that which I've not seen before,

This new world's a mystery.

With every turn upon these streets,

Make new discovery.

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Meet the men and women, children,

See dogs and cats and mice.

See books and paintings, marble statues,

Some I come back to see twice.

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But eventually, sun starts to set,

And though not wish to spurn,

I'm son of sea, not son of land,

So to ocean must return.

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So off cliffs I dive into water,

Change into my true form.

But from top of the bobbing waves,

Look at land with gaze forlorn.

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Spent few hours in that world,

And already, start to pray.

That be it month or year from now,

I will come back one day.

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But there's an order to this world,

And I know what it portends.

So with breath dip beneath the waves,

And into darkness I descend.