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About This Poem
At the Beach
There is no man present that I can see
Who looks upon the ocean wide and blue
And understands not it's lasting beauty
For it is there a spirit dares to lift
There one appreciates life's little gifts
Where fragments of home crack beneath your feet
It is here, at last, I shall take a seat
This panoramic view swallows me whole
Whilst I gaze on humbled by such smallness
I let that truth absorb into my soul
And nature will do whatever it must
Whether it be a soft breeze or harsh gust
I'll watch as fates and failures slip away
Into the thresholds of another day
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