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Ocean |
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The cool languid ocean is so like a symphony: The violin drone of the waves against rock; The sound of the flute through the cold cavern entrance; The tambourine tap at the legs of the dock. The cold angry ocean is so like a fury: The thunder of waves as they crash on the shore; The scream of the wind through the cold midnight caverns; The shattering ships and the wail and the roar. The warm peaceful ocean is so like a comfort: Bluish-green wavelets all crested with foam; The lilt of the wind through the cool spacious caverns; Swift gentle currents to find my way home. --1997 |