The Ocean
Walking up the
sea cliff
to the ocean
through
moist moss
rock, wind
Half here
with moist moss
rock, wind
Half at the
ocean blue
contrasting mind
between
actuality
and destination
Until she opens
before me
A blue multitude
How can one descried
ocean with words
You really cant
Its vastness starts
only
when words stop
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