written while visiting the tide pools
1. Receding tide, Less shown rocks, Spring is seen. -- 2. Grass flowing below a surface Brings thoughts of silken hair, A sparkle of her eyes are seen In water hard or fair, Her voice can like a breeze just touch, Or howl like a gale, I feel inside a liking much, You're now part of the tale.
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