Drifting the moss of coral
Drifting the moss of unknown.
Drifters of seaweeds breeze,
Kissing the shoreline of sand,
Watching the surfing tide as
It touches the land,
Waiting the sea gull
swoop down to display
its grand,
singing the radiant
melody of the ebbing tide.
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