I stand on storm-swept sands
Lashed by turbulent waves.
Salty surging choristers 
Reach a crescendo.
I wait on the shore for my solo,
Throat open, heart ablaze,
Facing the waves.
I’m not looking for applause
I just want to sing.
I offer my heartsong
To the sirens of the deep.

AmandaIS

Ocean Opus

Jun 6, 2026

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paul-chafer

great write, vivid imagery here, X factor has changed quite a lot.

sjr1000

Salty surging choristers reach a crescendo. Marvelous choice of words.  I can see you at the ocean singing your song. Thank you Amanda.

removed.-1kis