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Water, deep blue-green;
The sea ebbs, flows with the tides,
It's lunar interplay.
Waves, crashing breakers on the shore,
Erasing footprints,
On the sands of time.
The breeze, cool, salty,
A remnant of storms past,
The spirit of the sea.
Peace, and wrath in each moment,
Veiled by little more,
Than the ocean spray.
Tom Stanley
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