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Feb 2015
The sapphire waves meet at the shore,
Sand castles and footprints, present no more.
Washed away in oblivion so far,
As the sea swallows the dying sun.

Eerily the night creeps over the blue quilt,
Onyx waves wash my soul and sandy feet.
When the moon casts its glow over the sea,
Even the smallest pearl glows deep beneath.
Flita Fernandes
Written by
Flita Fernandes  21/F/Texas
   ---, Sabbathius, --- and Adrian Betz
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