The Ocean

April 24, 2013
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The waves crash upon the shore
A wondrous sight for rich and poor
Waves pull back, the crowd will sigh
Waves come back, an audible cry

The ocean sweeps to and fro
We can see the sailboats row
Bleeding its blue blood
Churning golden sand to mud

The ocean calls out to us
Awakens our inner wanderlust
Will it ever cease to breathe,
Turn to flowers on the heath?

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