There brings, on wave, an immortal sound, to walk on shells, some coral found. And in my hand I grasp at form, and I’m at one with ocean born. For not a whisper aimed at me, just sun and sand and silent sea. This morning in my dreams, as waking,…
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There brings, on wave, an immortal sound, to walk on shells, some coral found. And in my hand I grasp at form, and I’m at one with ocean born. For not a whisper aimed at…
