It is rough, tumble, and tender to be
It is a sea.
It is quiet as quietness can be
It is a sea.
It wobbles and roars to make it known
It is a sea.
It is deep with mysteries to keep and reap
It is a sea.
It is a longing in sand the particles to be what it used to be
It is a sea,
to see and to be...............
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