Rocks, waves, sand...
Where water borders land...
Where seagulls fly...
Where the sea meets the sky...
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Here lies the bones of ships lost,
Along with sailors who tried to save them at all cost.
Always so fascinating, so enticing.
Ships doomed, before even realizing.
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The waves grinding stones,
Different colours but the same dull tones.
Mighty boulders one day,
Tiny pebbles the next.
Always moving - without any rest,
Moving - this way, that way.
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Always in motion
Powered by unending ocean.
Waves never straying off coursee,
Invisible but still a reletless force.
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The sight, the feeling, the sound,
Waves pounding - felt even through the ground
Everybody knows it, at least most
That they are facing the coast.
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