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I watch the sweep of the tide
rolling in, smoothing thick paint
with a tender hand.
the breeze plays with my hair
as a mother absentmindedly tousles a child’s’.
the call of the ocean is overwhelmingly bright,
shining with promises
of bubbles and filtered sunlight.
sparkling as a wedding train,
the sun leaves a warm trail
upon the surface of the immense sea
and across the skin of my eyelids.
the mighty majestic tolling
of the winter tide,
salt hanging mistily in the sky
as far as I can see.
I am content
beyond the scope of my senses;
my imagination is happy.