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Sound of the Sea
Sitting on a full moon night in the soft sand;
Listening to God's magical marching band.
The crashing waves surging to high tide;
I look out to sea with my eyes open wide.
The rhythmic sounds of power surrounding;
Relentless, never ending, I hear the pounding.
Moved to shed a tear for all the seamen lost;
Whose ships in the storms were mightily tossed.
I hear the wisdom of the Angels of the Most High;
My breath is released with the sound of a sigh.
My heart feels closer to passion, I feel free;
When sitting, listening to the sound of the sea.
10Jul09
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