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OCEAN RHYTHM
The waves upon the darkened shore
with moonlight's provided light.
Nobody knows what lies in store.
Wane and sway with tide's might.
Hard to notice, but with a purpose,
the shifting sands do wander so.
Bringing up kelp and things surplus.
And bring the rhythm, calmly go.
Pulling with waves on bended knee,
the Moon at it's brightest.
The full circle has wonderfully seen
aqua-creatures have delighted.
Michaela Warren 2011
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