So how did you know
if not the salty sea air carries my whisper
to your silent hearing at sleepless night
could it be pure chance
whichever it is it matters not
once again I hear your singing lyrics
decoded only by my knowing
it's a casting of inner convey
cannot be told
or known
by all
it's our sacrament
I am content
here with a wish granted
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