Benice

Pines flick a yellow beach, you think you can choose, a thin breeze says gently, a banshee wail of pain, what you have to lose, when things go sour again, your face retains its dignity, you can beat this mood, use all your furious energy, a sudden fall of rain, makes unshaven workers drool, at what they can't attain, it's hard to be discreet, what you've been through, coming back you laugh easy, the hotel brims with ease, Carp swim around in pools, search what you can redeem, from all that hurts you.