Now I can hear the sound of lapping waves
beside this muddly inlet of the bay,
this beach of sorts — this narrow, dark-brown strip.
A faint sea-smell comes flying on the breeze,
and this is all it takes to light in me
the vision look, smell, feeling, taste, and sound
of the great Sea that swells unseen beyond
the narrow mouth spanned by a silver bridge,
from this spot just a hundred yards away —
that Sea from which these little tides have come —
and lose myself in Its vast, pure expanse.
As I could so easily lose myself in this wonderful display of awe-inspiring words 10! no, hang on ,12 for this one, It is pure Love duncan X
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A nice sensational poem, where we have the pleasing sense of relief, a magnitude of the flapping waves that swerve us out of all the anxieties and it let us perceive the vast ness of life and its meaning.