Out of the deep rises the
resonating tones of a violin
drawing long quickening
breaths into the blue
birdies wings make ripples
like water in the deepening
blues areas.
While the rising tones of a
swollen tide resound into
a distant shore.
The wasted shore gasps the
moment of quiet withdrawal
when the calling gulls aria's
course's the shimmering foam.
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