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Mother natures caress

Blue topaz delight constantly in motion forcing up salty waves of might Feel the sand under your feet, feel it ride back to the sea Cool wet ocean aroma crashing on the rocks of the border Spray forth into the air Dried sea squirt upon my face, skin and hair Drift wood beaten by the master, you lay stretched out with seaweed stuck to your side dehydrated from the sun, reshaped, unworn, overdone The sea is unkind to all that enter her blind For she has a mind of her own To many a tale she’s has claimed twisted ships, boats and all that were maimed Rest quietly now on her sands of splendor For when night approaches all must surrender

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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