I woke up on sand
With Shells in my ears,
Leaves in my hand
Alone free of fears
I’ll hear the waves
Feathers in the air
Water filled caves
I ought not share
The salty air fills my lungs
waves surge, and flood
return like hungry tongues
my hearts full of blood
afloat like a seamen
rhythm leaves me resting
rising and falling again
A moon close to cresting
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