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A sea holds no secrets, but memories long forgotten, a passing sun of each day slips into its depth, and settles with stories from every shore, which the sea has washed away. Sand from a lonely walk, Stone from an angry soul, a sinking ship’s standing mast... A huge treasure within itself, lies unseen from human eyes, all stolen from the past. A growing tide may yet bring, from the depth of the sea, to the farthest of all shores- A seashell, maybe, or a rounded stone, a token from another time, A moment washed ashore.
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Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 3:28 AM UTC
The Sea
A sea holds no secrets, but memories long forgotten, a passing sun of each day slips into its depth, and settles with stories from every shore, which the sea has washed away. Sand from a lonely walk, Stone from an angry soul, a sinking ship’s standing mast... A huge treasure within itself, lies unseen from human eyes, all stolen from the past. A growing tide may yet bring, from the depth of the sea, to the farthest of all shores- A seashell, maybe, or a rounded stone, a token from another time, A moment washed ashore.
10 July 2005
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Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 3:28 AM UTC
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