My house with a blue door!
My house with a blue door!
I wish to have a house by the sea,
With spring blossoms tucked.
Peaceful, would be my solitude,
with the music of the gushing waves.
I peep out of my little modest blue door
To the never-ending vast blue canvas,
Walking on the shore trying to hold a little sand under my toes.
Sitting on the little chair there with the breeze gently caressing me,
My only worry is may the tide not reach under my chair.
Thinking of this itself gives me a high,
I wonder how I would unravel
The mysteries of the Sea.