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Spectacle

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A symphony, I must confess
As the waves so lovingly press
Against the ever wakening shore

My rambling, lowly muttered
Swiftly stalled and then stuttered
As I eyed idle indigo clouds

My gaze, glazed and glued
Watch the sky emerge amber hued
And then gather to a gold haze

A spectacle, I must confide
Lengthening my sauntering stride
Leading to the obsidian depths





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