The sea, flows with rhythmic motion.
It's movement, gentle and calm.
An expression of softer emotion,
languid as a swaying palm.
The waves, with barely a crest,
ripple and drift along the shore.
Touching the sand, with a caress,
then leisurely recede, nothing more.
The ocean reflects, the gray of the sky,
into the distant horizon, fading away.
Above, the seagulls, soar so high.
Their cries...
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