Seagulls pass over head
the meaty autumn breeze
stings as a slap
gritty cold sand between my feet
white foam flows
rocking softly to the shore
amongst the shells and pebbled rocks
wiping discretions clean
rest at ease these rocky shores
appease the passersby
extend a helping hand
take hold, take hold the water-chopped shores
leaving traces in sand
doesn't take long for time to take hold
and mend the placement in time.
displacing all constants
taking hold, taking hold
these green-blues splashing and swirling
revealing the tame grasping strength
that subtly hides in the ocean blue
but fear not the tide
nor the passersby with time
fret not this distorted sea
in due time, all will just be
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