Sand and Dust

Brilliant blue ocean waves crash against the shore again
washing out and coming back in chaotic unison
it's always the same no matter the raging force
some days are peaceful, others worse of course
but nothing really changes, the sea is still the sea
the water still its lovely self salty blue and free
while the shore is beat to little bits till nothing else remains
but sand and dust of what might've been and what may have had a name

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