The Waters Edges
Precariously perched, before the seething
Tides encroachment, lingering ominously
A building crescendo, reaching melodies
Honied mellisonant, breeches the senses
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Forcefully lapping, at the stoneworks facade
Piercing crevices, like fluidic fancied fingers
Each ripple gathering, momentumous drive
Searing souls core, into sublime submission
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Sweaty salted mists, dancing upon shorelines
Supinely positioned, it settles within pores
Satisfying desires, while soothing it quenches
Inner peace, gathering at the waters edges
Featherstonepoetry
I like this one . It is what I see and feel when I sit to watch the waves on the beach