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Ocean
I stay close to the ocean. Its wild waters surround me, And the thundering waves Rant and rave around me. I see the leviathan, Screaming at me, Charging feral, Like an enraged beast. It snarls at me. It howls and yells. In its deadening roar In its pouncing gait In its sweeping rush In its pounding thud I hear the wail of a banshee, Announcing death. I become so small. I become so powerless. A helpless doe, Before a mighty foe. At another time The sea lies quiet like a babe. Its violent tantrums lulled to sleep. Its bosom heaving in peaceful slumber. Its rhythmic beat, its magic, and the charm, Its depth and beauty all combined. I see the gulls in the air. I hear them squeal. I feel the waves over the sand, Lapping around my feet. I listen to their murmur and shout. I glance at dolphins over the surf. I watch them dance. I behold ships over the waters. I see them glide. I hear the night air sing. I feel the spray of water, And sense its coolness, I notice seashells, Half buried under the sand, I pick one from the strand, To tie it around my neck, As an amulet, With the ceaseless whisper of waves And the sea’s undying commotion Shut and encased within!
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