Waves roll in with a hush and a sigh, Salt on the breeze, a low distant cry. Shells whisper secrets from deep below, Foam hisses soft where the gray waters go.
Gulls call above in a circling flight, Wind carries echoes through endless night. The ocean speaks in its ancient tongue, Rhythm of tides that have always sung.
A steady pulse in the dark and the light, Calling you back to its endless might.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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This poem leaves me with a specific feeling that I have been there before and now am called back. Lovely William.
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