Waves of green rolling over in scorn,
Ocean scares with its depths unknown.
Some of your own,
Some are forlorn.
At the rise and the set single beam
Warm and wan, pierces darkness below.
Seen to bestow,
Seen in a dream.
Solemn colours above, strokes of red,
Hovers time over waves wide and cold.
Tale to be told,
Tear to be shed.
Overwhelms the calm that the nights bring,
Dreams of waters untouched everlast,
Ancient and vast
Slowly they sing.
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Quiet ocean
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