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I rest deep within this scene
Of waves that talk and beach serene
To every life dreams must cling
But here I love of natural things
The silver glitter of oceans glaze
Among the fish where otters play
The whistling winds that tickle waves
Bring shiny blinks to sunny days
The waves that meet the beaches edge
Seem to drive an emotional edge
Back to the womb with water all around
A feeling so soft and quiet of sound
A smell of moisture fills the air
With a breeze it comes to cool my hair
My feelings rise with every new wave
To every whim that nature plays
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