Lifting waves cups hand
foaming tops shrouded
bathed colors of blue tea
drinking life from endless
struck in bowls filled feet.
Take my last look for me
spots dance in leopard
tide running moonless to
smiling sun washed sand.
Land lock stocked a heart
chested with key in you
sailed shores linnen white
to breath in lungs refuge.
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