Evening Sea
Waves thunder through time weary tides swelling, pregnant spewing fertile foam. Lunar light stretches magnetic glistening fingers, dragging hesitant sea water swirling with sand. Placid, popping foam seeps into granular silence. A brief embrace the moon gently kissing a silver evening tide. Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 07 2001 02:05 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Waves thunder ..."