The Surf

May 20, 2008
The water is still; calm and glassy,
A small tide rolls onto shore,
As the seagulls glide over the horizon.
The sun sets beyond the endless view of ocean,
With blazing purples and pinks,
The surf repels from the beach
As the diamond strewn tide retreats.

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