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my sea gla
The crash of the waves Upon the shore The smell of the salt Oft described in folklore The feel of the sand Warm and soft underfoot The cry of the seagulls They saw my fresh fruit
Smooth and dull from the tides of the sea. Waiting to be collected from people like me. From shores off far away drifting like fish on a wave of water gentle, gentle like a feather on your skin.