between steel sky and dusky shore.
A sinister mist creeps in,
adds to the grey gloom.
A seabird cries.
Shingle-rippling wavelets, bubble and make reply.
The gull continues his mournful song
evoking sea-lost souls.
now churning time-worn pebbles,
a soulful seascape in shades of grey.
Others take up the seabird's reveille.
on the morning mist.
Golden light, gathers on the horizon -
slow, diffuse at first, later, laser-like,
bright rays burn off the vapours.
the Sun appears.
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