over the grey solace of sea.
Breezes in with hope,
new day brings new promise.
And the sea pours forth
continuously eating the land;
never ending shadow in the distance
becoming sky in a blur of haze.
The sea speaks;
as waves hang and fall.
Gangs of seagulls scavenge,
feet sprayed and cleansed,
wearily worn back home.
Quiet;
save for the soft oceanic words.
Sea of solace.
Calm contemplation.
Wistful waves.
Empty sky.
Broken by orange puffs of dawn.
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