Lacy Fanova

Let Go

And with a prelude of soft ocean air,
And sea salt foaming and sizzling out,
We ran into ocean waves,
Tripping over feet and heart...
Racing into an abyss of blue-gray
And waves capped with spray and foam,
The horizon still the color of sunrise
And the feeling of thrill and thunder,
But on a clear day...

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