The mild winds blow tranquilly
Over the Calm Atlantic.
Benign. Peaceful. Soothing.
Perusing the waters
And the shore.
Co-mingling as it goes.
Playing in the white sand,
Touching with silky hands.
And mesmerizing
With its balmy presence.
Feel it lightly swirling, as such.
For the friendly embrace
Of its smooth, velvet touch
Is to savor.
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