Conflicting waves crashing into the rocks,
Smoothly riding backwards out to sea;
What is not seen,
Majestic, everlasting sky;
Glistening shells on the shore,
Reaching for you.
What is not heard,
Gulls squeaking, gliding overhead;
Wind whistling in spurts,
Send me your voice.
Break apart and start anew,
The cost, damage, freedom;
When will the waves cease,
Then what happens when they do?
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