Best Unrolling Poems

Staying on a promontory, I watch,
The wobbling mass of water below.

Before my eyes,
The sea stretches far;
An infinite scroll of chiffon,
Rolling and unrolling
In shades of green and sapphire.
In its sedate hours of brooding silence, 
A calm expanse with feeble waves,
As if seized by an uncanny lassitude,
Lying...

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