Walk
along the sea shore.
Stones, pale pink
better to call them rocks
pale pink with dark brown crevices.
The blue
very blue water is just foaming
in
crashing
swirling
turning around
making gorgeous music
for you
just you.
It sings with a chorus
a chorus of blue bubbles
as a dress train
following
the sea
actively flowing out and rolling
in
for you
with white caps
where perhaps
a new tide bides
for me
too.
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