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Foaming waves roll in from the sea
And explode into millions of droplets
Creating rainbows
The lone figure on the beach
Observes the endless cycle
Of ebb and flow

Mesmerized by the force of nature
Eating away at the rocks
And cascading back into the sea
Eight-legged ***** and five-pointed stars
Limpets clinging to the rock
Undisturbed by the crashing waters
A dead jellyfish on the beach
Sends odors of decay
Into the nostrils of the only human
Within sight

The cry of the gulls
Disturb the blissful trance
Eyes turned skyward
To watch the winged creatures
Fighting to stay on course
The winds however have no such issues
Unconcerned about the fate of the birds
A determined cry – success
Safety on a ledge

The being on the beach
Seemingly forlorn
Digs wrinkled toes into cool sand
Watching a ship
Sailing off the horizon

Blissful
The rays of the sun on chilled skin
Drinking in the warmth
The clouds above
Playfully chase each other
Never catching up
Not even wanting to
They see no need for competition
Those tufts of white vapor
Just are what they are
And always will be

The being on the beach is
Lost in thoughts
Wondering
Who it is
What it is and why
Deriving comfort
From the tales of the clouds
The sea and the wind
Knowing that its ponderings
Are of no importance
To anyone else
And that it is and always will be
Infinite creation

Bude, July 19th, 2010
Jasmine Martin
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Jasmine Martin  Lagos, Algarve, Portugal
(Lagos, Algarve, Portugal)   
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