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All the water, in the Sea,
along the coastal plain,
with odors of life now past,
rise from the Ocean floor,
softened with Winter rain.
Long were the days and nights,
as wind sang it's sweet sounds.
Walk the dunes with shortened stride,
sandy beach, smooth and slack,
resurfaced by an incoming tide.
A Comment by Loy
Beautiful poem
A Comment by MFish
Thank you, Loy. Must be something still stuck in the old grey cells.
