Sitting by the shore
laving memories with its mist
adopting the feel of the seagulls
watching over the waves
Them little waves
sisters of the soul
sparkles from heaven
emeralds of the pure
Looking ahead to the ocean
bringing the rhythm to devotion
lamp lit to show the way
to the secrets of the sand
Parsing the wind
looking for its effect
on the breeze-less lives
among the whispers
of the seagulls
By aurumium
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